They are not brave, the days when we are twenty-one. They are full of little cowardices, little fears without foundation, and one is so easily bruised, so swiftly wounded, one falls to the first barbed word. To-day, wrapped in the complacent armour of approaching middle age, the infinitesimal pricks of day by day brush one but lightly and are soon forgotten, but then—how a careless word would linger, becoming a fiery stigma, and how a look, a glance over a shoulder, branded themselves as things eternal. A denial heralded the thrice crowing of a cock, and an insincerity was like the kiss of Judas. The adult mind can lie with untroubled conscience and a gay composure, but in those days even a small deception scoured the tongue, lashing one against the stake itself.
— Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca
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Pink glasses from sarah. I guess people think I like the color for some reason… Hehe
Pink roses from my jagiya on my doorstep after work. So many random surprises today, it feels like my birfday.
mom just texted me from georgia as they drove through our old neighborhood. feeling nostalgic. i found our old house on google maps. apparently it’s in foreclosure now. forgot how much i loved this place.
spending my fourth of july watching “girls next door”… because what is more american than the playboy mansion?
my 4th of july ensemble. which i wore at home while watching season 2 of “curb your enthusiasm”— that’s patriotic, right?
