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Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse

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Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse

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"Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense."

— Ralph Waldo Emerson  (via in-my-blood-my-holy-wine)

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Do I Wanna Know? — Arctic Monkeys

This song came up on my social media feed this morning, and long story short: the instrumental part has been stuck in my head for the last seven hours.

(It’s also a really great song, with a great video to boot.)

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EVERY PART OF THIS SONG THOUGH.

Sea of Love — The National

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In a study of children aged 2-5, parents interrupted their daughters more than their sons, and fathers were more likely to talk simultaneously with their children than mothers were. Jennifer Coates says: “It seems that fathers try to control conversation more than mothers… and both parents try to control conversation more with daughters than with sons. The implicit message to girls is that they are more interruptible and that their right to speak is less than that of boys.”

Girls and boys’ differing understanding of when to talk, when to be quiet, what is polite and so on, has a visible impact on the dynamics of the classroom. Just as men dominate the floor in business meetings, academic conferences and so on, so little boys dominate in the classroom - and little girls let them.

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Graceless — The National

UGH

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Nineteen — Tegan and Sara

I feel you in my heart / and I don’t even know you / And now we’re saying bye, bye, bye / And now we’re saying bye, bye, bye / I was nineteen / call me / I was nineteen / call me

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"Do not make
homes
out of people.
This will leave you
homesick
and sad,
missing arms that
cannot hold
roofs,
hearts with
shaky foundations."

— Michelle K., Home.   (via gorardway)

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