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I do not discern between right or wrong... I simply continue onward.

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I have been called arrogant myself in my time, and hope to earn the title again, but to claim that I am privy to the secrets of the universe and its creator, that’s beyond my conceit.
Christopher Hitchens, Letters to a Young Contrarian (via whats-out-there)

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We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
Anaïs Nin (via observando)

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A long time ago I learned not to explain things to people. It misleads them into thinking they’re entitled to know everything I do.
Lisa Kleypas, Dreaming of You (via larmoyante)

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oldbookillustrations:

The right of way.
Joseph Pennell, from Cycling, by William Coutts Keppel Earl of Albemarle and George Lacy Hillier, London, 1889.
(The idea for this ongoing series of posts on cycling was suggested by toutplacid — and a great idea that was)
(Source: archive.org)

oldbookillustrations:

The right of way.

Joseph Pennell, from Cycling, by William Coutts Keppel Earl of Albemarle and George Lacy Hillier, London, 1889.

(The idea for this ongoing series of posts on cycling was suggested by toutplacid — and a great idea that was)

(Source: archive.org)