(via ahead)
“I’m thirty-four and I haven’t felt real love yet. Sometimes I think: ‘Maybe it’s me. Maybe I’ll never get to that point.’ I’ve had a couple of relationships. But a woman has never really made me feel jealous. And I’ve never felt that I would do anything to be with another person. I’ve read about real love in books, and seen it in movies, but I’ve never felt it. Like in the Titanic movie– they are trying so hard to be together. That is hard for me to understand. I’m not sure what that would feel like. There is one movie with Winona Ryder where she is about to join a monastery, but then she meets a gardener, and she kisses him, and suddenly she feels real love. I’m not sure what love feels like. But I’m guessing I’ll know when I feel it. Like Winona Ryder knew.”
(Rosario, Argentina)
This. This my entire life.
(via humansofnewyork)
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A color-blocked block of Southeast Division Street, Portland, Oregon
In Southeast Portland, hidden in the back corner of a food cart pod, there’s a home goods store in an Airstream trailer and a vintage dress shop in a double-decker bus.
A few of my favorite shops in Southeast Portland
Take me back to the Salmonberry…
Eager for summer and hikes like this one.
2015 as seen from my bedroom window
One of the last remnants of Portland’s Chinatown
The two sides of Portland’s Old Town Chinatown
Photos by me, Anna Marum
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On the edge of fall
Cappuccino, anyone?
Stone-ground sourdough