Blueberry Bridges

slaughterhouse90210:

“Wasn’t that, in the end, what he wanted? To discover how this place worked—not just its outward system of organization, but its inward, private one as well? Its secret machinations, the strings that gestured the puppet. Who was the puppet, though?”—Edan Lepucki, California

slaughterhouse90210:

“Wasn’t that, in the end, what he wanted? To discover how this place worked—not just its outward system of organization, but its inward, private one as well? Its secret machinations, the strings that gestured the puppet. Who was the puppet, though?”
—Edan Lepucki, California

slaughterhouse90210:

“There’s an intimacy in listening to somebody’s lies, I’ve always thought—you learn more about someone from the things they wish were true than from the things that actually are.” ― Jennifer duBois, A Partial History of Lost Causes

slaughterhouse90210:

“There’s an intimacy in listening to somebody’s lies, I’ve always thought—you learn more about someone from the things they wish were true than from the things that actually are.”
― Jennifer duBois, A Partial History of Lost Causes

(via bluishorange)

misswallflower:

"The difference between friends and pets is that friends we allow into our company, pets we allow into our solitude." - Robert Brault

misswallflower:

"The difference between friends and pets is that friends we allow into our company, pets we allow into our solitude." - Robert Brault

(via mycontinuum)

One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Material place.

—Emily Dickinson, “One need not be a chamber to be haunted” (via larmoyante)

newyorker:

Late last year, Nina Berman and three other photographers from the NOOR agency travelled to Jordan to set up a photo booth in the middle of the Za’atari refugee camp. To counter the frightening impression of the camp’s entrance, they made outdoor prints of the portraits, some as large as three metres wide: http://nyr.kr/1j1RxIp

Top: Four-day-old triplets in their family’s rented caravan. Their mother, Zainab, left her village in rural Syria seven months ago. Photograph by Alixandra Fazzina.
Bottom: Photographs inside the main camp.

(Source: newyorker.com)