My Dearest Allie,
I couldn’t sleep last night because I know that it’s over between us. I’m not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I’ll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that’s what you’ve given me. That’s what I hope to give to you forever. I love you. I’ll be seeing you.
-Noah
One thing I love about friends is the fact that the six of them didn’t seem to have any other friends
(Source: ptrparker)
Càng ngày, anh càng thấy nhiều những con đàn bà to mồm đòi quyền bình đẳng với đàn ông.
Càng ngày, anh càng thấy nhiều những thằng đàn bà đôi co với những con đàn bà ấy.
Càng ngày, anh càng thấy nhiều những bài viết kiểu kiểu “đàn ông phải làm đàn bà phục, đàn ông thông minh dạy vợ bằng trái tim…
This happens all the time. Every car horn, every whistle, every cat call and lewd exclamation, strengthens the lesson I’ve been taught over and over and over again throughout my entire life: as a lady, my body is on public display and open for judgment—from anyone.
Most men who will see this are decent, rational guys who will sympathize with my feelings. A small, vocal handful of dudes will send me private messages about how women like me can’t “take a fucking compliment.” This is not for either of you. This is for the guys who don’t know yet that attracting unwanted attention doesn’t make women feel good, no matter how nice their intentions are. I can’t speak for everyone, but I can say that I personally get embarrassed, often scared, and always—ALWAYS—ashamed, in some way, in how I look.
So… now that you know, cut it out. Tell all the girls how nice they are and how amazing they are at their jobs instead.
- từ thời học cấp ba đã phải lòng giọng văn gần gũi của cụ Nguyễn Tuân, rất đời. (via lanhag)
ngày xưa chỉ duy có vụ Tuấn Thừa Sắc là tiền nhuận bút tính bằng từng chữ, một chữ 1 hào hay đồng gì đó. Mà cụ cũng có hẳn 1 đống fan to bự ở tận Liên xô, sưu tầm đủ đồ của cụ từ cái mũ tới cái gậy , cái quần. Chữ của cụ cấm cho ai biên tập được sửa “chữ của tôi gõ còn kêu coong coong” cụ bảo thế :)
Look at the center of this image for 30sec, then watch Van Gogh’s *Starry Night* come to life
Hay quá *ngất ngất* x))))))