I'm Laala and I'm 24 years old. This is mostly a book blog, but I also occasionally document my life.
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~ Sunday, August 17 ~
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It’s hardly ever the destination we’ve been anticipating, is it? Our hopes may seem unrealised, but we were in all likelihood hoping for the wrong thing. Where did we — the species, that is — pick up that strange and perverse habit?
— Michael Cunningham, The Snow Queen
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~ Friday, August 15 ~
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Michael Cunningham, The Snow Queen

Michael Cunningham, The Snow Queen

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~ Thursday, August 14 ~
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Currently, in an Edinburgh café.

Currently, in an Edinburgh café.

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She knows, of course she knows, where she’s going. What’s strange is that she hasn’t decided on it. She’s simply going, as if it were inevitable, as if there were nowhere else.
— Michael Cunningham, The Snow Queen
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~ Tuesday, August 12 ~
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98 plays

Song of the Day:
Not Mine to Love by Slow Club

I make you nervous but you don’t shake
and I’m making plans that aren’t mine to make
and when we’re laughing I do feel free
and I don’t panic with you beside me
but you make me hungry 
when I don’t need to be

I love Slow Club. Each album they produce is beautiful. Rebecca Taylor’s voice in this album improves leaps and bounds (although it was always gorgeous). She sounds a little like Dusty Springfield. I adore it. I think back to watching them live at Koko in London, and I know they’re that good live, too. This album’s pretty special to me because it feels like the first time I’ve heard new music by them in a while — because when they realised Paradise back in 2011, they had played a lot of that new music at the Koko gig. I’d heard almost the entire album so it felt familiar once it finally came out. This is all new. I like the feel and direction they’re moving in. 

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Michael Cunningham, The Snow Queen

Michael Cunningham, The Snow Queen

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If I could, I would stand on a table to bid adieu to a legend.
Rest in peace. 

If I could, I would stand on a table to bid adieu to a legend.

Rest in peace. 

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~ Monday, August 11 ~
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Michael Cunningham, The Snow Queen

Michael Cunningham, The Snow Queen

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~ Thursday, August 7 ~
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humansofnewyork:

“My happiest moments are whenever I see my mother happy.”
“What’s the happiest you’ve ever seen her?”

“When I was a child, some German doctors told us that I could have a surgery in Italy, and my legs would work again. She was so happy she started crying. But I never had the money to go.” (Erbil, Iraq)

I don’t know if I can survive HONY in Iraq. There is so much beauty and joy and generosity in my father’s land, but also such pain and suffering for so long.

humansofnewyork:

“My happiest moments are whenever I see my mother happy.”

“What’s the happiest you’ve ever seen her?”

“When I was a child, some German doctors told us that I could have a surgery in Italy, and my legs would work again. She was so happy she started crying. But I never had the money to go.” (Erbil, Iraq)

I don’t know if I can survive HONY in Iraq. There is so much beauty and joy and generosity in my father’s land, but also such pain and suffering for so long.

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The trick: to nip it at the lip of oblivion, without going over. To let the dark, gleaming entity into the room but keep it standing over there, on the other side, against the far wall; to insist that it wait, with all that sleep in its pockets, with those calm and compassionate eyes.
— Michael Cunningham, The Snow Queen
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