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~ Tuesday, September 30 ~
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The present was a speck that kept blinking brightening and diminishing, something neither alive nor dead. How long did it last? One second? Less? It was always in flux; in the time it took to consider it, it slipped away. 
Jhumpa Lahiri, The Lowland

The present was a speck that kept blinking brightening and diminishing, something neither alive nor dead. How long did it last? One second? Less? It was always in flux; in the time it took to consider it, it slipped away. 

Jhumpa Lahiri, The Lowland

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~ Monday, September 29 ~
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There was the anxiety that one day would not follow the next, combined with the certainty that it would. 
Jhumpa Lahiri, The Lowland

There was the anxiety that one day would not follow the next, combined with the certainty that it would. 

Jhumpa Lahiri, The Lowland

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~ Sunday, September 28 ~
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So we crowned a friend of mine King of Camelot this weekend and had a costume party, a fusion theme of Arthurian/Lord of the Rings/Game of Thrones. It was pretty hilarious. We had the King (obviously), who we donned in a velvet robe, crowned and presented with a golden sword. My other friends included hobbits, a friar, a priest, a few soldiers and peasants. I went as an assassin and everyone was obsessed with my crossbow. The birthday boy (second pic) couldn’t get it together to take one decent picture so of course I collapsed in hysterical giggles. Lethal giggles, mind. I stayed in character.

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He knew that he was no hero to her. He had lied to her and used her. And yet he had loved her. A bookish girl heedless of here beauty, unconscious of her effect. She’d been prepared to live her life alone, but from the moment he’d known her he’d needed her. And now he was about to abandon her.
— Jhumpa Lahiri, The Lowland
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~ Saturday, September 27 ~
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She’s used to making friends wherever she goes, then moving on, never seeing them again.
— Jhumpa Lahiri, The Lowland
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~ Friday, September 26 ~
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She was unable to cry. There were only the tears disconnected to feeling, that gathering and sometimes fell from the corners of her eyes in the morning, after sleep. 
Jhumpa Lahiri, The Lowland

She was unable to cry. There were only the tears disconnected to feeling, that gathering and sometimes fell from the corners of her eyes in the morning, after sleep. 

Jhumpa Lahiri, The Lowland

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~ Thursday, September 25 ~
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Standing there, unable to find him, she felt a new solidarity with him. The bond of not existing.
— Jhumpa Lahiri, The Lowland
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~ Wednesday, September 24 ~
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In truth, the term “bisexual” is a catch-all that covers a broad range of sexual and emotional orientations. Some people are primarily attracted to one sex, but have an occasional interest in another. Some feel purely physical attraction towards one gender, but both sexual and romantic attachment towards its counterpart. Others find that their preferences vary from time to time, and others still see the term “bisexual” itself as problematic, arguing that gender identity falls on a spectrum rather than along clearly delineated boundaries of male and female: 50-50 attraction does exist, but it isn’t the sole, definitive experience of bisexual people.

Owen Duffy in The Guardian

I really enjoyed this article, especially this bit. Sorry it’s a day late, but happy Bi Visibility Day!

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