January 2012
38 posts
A moment
Waiting for the bus, A baby lays in a stroller, her rosy cheeks betray her sense of warmth. Her father takes off his coat and blankets it over the stroller, tucking it in to secure it and his child’s warmth. I smile to myself. So this is what love is.
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“Thus I went through life, such as it was, never satisfied with myself, full of dissatisfaction with the world, and vacillating between sentimentality and a wildness that was for the most part affected.”
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No confirmation yet on if Bieber is in fact a robot
— Joanna Stern (@JoannaStern)
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“are you two an item?”
The answer is always no
