I love Poladroid part deux.
Words never mean what we want them to mean.
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| — | from “Everything Is Illuminated” (Jonathan Safran Foer). I’ve just finished the book today and watched its movie right after (which was an entirely different story than the book) and I’m in love and in awe. I’m so going to translate it (if somebody else is not already translating it) |
i hate bunnies
when i was really young, like 4 or 5 years old, we had a pet bunny. it was a cute thing (at least when he was small) then he got bigger and bigger and was soon insatiable. and then that bunny thought that i was yummy, he decided to take a bite on me. because i was really small, i didn’t think it was a big deal, i just scratched the bite and my mom just put on some alcohol on the bite (i think this was before the time i started drinking - i used to drink up my dad’s little bottles of rakı). then a few weeks later, i started growing a lump on the side of my neck. it looked almost like i had a small person growing on there (which must be awful). and because i was really small and because my mom didn’t care much about the bunny bite, the doctors had no idea what was wrong with me. i went to all types of doctors in a span of two weeks - but they didn’t know that a bunny bit me. so, one doctor finally asked me if we had any pets whatsoever and then it finally dawned on my mom - it was the bunny who did it. i was looking paler than ever and the bunny was getting bigger and bigger. the doctors finally came to the conclusion that i caught some weird microbe from the stupid fat bunny and it was circulating all over my little pale body. after weeks of pills and some shots of drugs i don’t know, i got better and the evil bunny got sent away. i hope he was boiled to death (which is evil of me, i know, but i almost died because of that stupid bunny).
good morning and afternoon everyone.
I seriously need to go out to the world and use my Holga! (i bought it back in October and it’s still in its wrap… it’s a shame)eyre:(via lomography)
“This is you. Eyes closed, out in the rain. You never thought you’d be doing something like this, you never saw yourself as, I don’t know how you’d describe it… Is like one of those people who like looking up at the moon, who spend hours gazing at the waves or the sunset or… I guess you know the kind of people I’m talking about. Maybe you don’t. Anyway, you kind of like being like this, fighting the cold, feeling the water seep through your shirt and getting through your skin. And the feel of the ground growing soft beneath your feet. And the smell. And the sound of the rain hitting the leaves. All the things they talked about in the books you haven’t read. This is you, who would have guessed it? You.”
— Ann, My Life Without Me
