The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.
— Nikos Kazantzakis (via rainydaysandblankets)
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A boatman feeds birds on the Yamuna River in New Delhi on Oct. 29, 2012.
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This is the story of my life in a single sentence.
Politeness has become so rare that some people mistake it for flirtation.
Anonymous asked: What is the earliest memory you have involving snow?
I guess it has to be from around age 4, playing in the snow with our brand new lab puppy Jake. Puppy that he was, he was very fond of knit hats…especially those he could steal off our heads. I remember so many times being pushed, pulled, dragged, and knocked over trying to get away with my hat. So many bloody noses that winter from having my face shoved into ice. Not the most idyllic, lovely snow stories, but fun to laugh at in retrospect.
