Postcard from Elwin to add to my collection. Hogsmeade postmark!
No Promises.
"I can't explain what I mean.
And even if I could, I'm not sure I'd feel like it."
J.D. Salinger, Catcher In The Rye
(Source: artofthewire)
walking down a street in new york with my kids and it’s warm but not hot outside and we already did a lot of stuff and we’re just going home now and talking and looking at people and feeling the air and the sun is going down and it’s peaceful yet buzzing with life and stories all around us.
—Louis C.K. on his favorite part of a normal day.
We make our choices, and we live with them. And in the end, we are those choices.
It really was such a shame, the way you could be so careful, and for so long, and then go ahead and undo it all in the end, as though nothing had ever been held together by anything at all.
—Johanna Skibsrud, This Will Be Difficult to Explain: And Other Stories
I’ve never been crazy about polka dots, but I liked how this turned out. It feels very “summer in the 1950s”.
It is not so much a question of forgetting Peeta as remembering the others.
—Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire
Postcards from Matthew make my day. Even though I hate math.
Gold Rush at Blackbird.
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