Edwidge Danticat remembers Gabriel García Márquez: http://nyr.kr/1nu3MMs (via newyorker)

newshour:

"Poets and beggars, musicians and prophets, warriors and scoundrels, all creatures of that unbridled reality, we have had to ask but little of imagination, for our crucial problem has been a lack of conventional means to render our lives believable. This, my friends, is the crux of our solitude.”

-Nobel laureate Gabriel García Márquez has died at age 87

I don’t know if you’ll ever really think that this is about you. You might think that maybe it is you - maybe you’ll go so far as to assume, but being on the internet and having all this virtual distance turns everything into a blur, so you’ll never really be 100% sure.

I just wanted to let you know that I really do believe that we are (possibly) feeling the same things. Maybe I’m just overthinking this, but the way our puzzles are missing the exact same pieces doesn’t sound like a coincidence to me. This doesn’t mean that we’re meant for each other, it just means we’re looking for the same things, and it’s comforting to know that you’re not alone in the treasure hunt.

Polish on the floors, cobwebs on the ceilings.

Stay with me a while.

sgttodd:

It explains so much…

sgttodd:

It explains so much…