—Volverá, Felipe, la traeremos juntos. Deja que recupere fuerzas y la haré
regresar.
Carlos Fuentes (1928-2012)
Sitting there, alone in a foreign country, far from my job and everyone I know, a feeling came over me. It was like remembering something I’d never known before or had always been waiting for, but I didn’t know what. Maybe it was something I’d forgotten or something I’ve been missing all my life. All I can say is that I felt, at the same time, joy and sadness. But not too much sadness, because I felt alive. Yes, alive. That was the moment I fell in love with Paris. And I felt Paris fall in love with me.
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| — | Carol (via gigianomaly) |
My friend told me this in like fifth grade. XD
Heh.
This is pointless because “ghoti” is not a word.
If you’re sitting around wondering what to get me for my birthday, which I may have mentioned 2754792356 times is right now, might I suggest something along these lines. Don’t worry if you don’t know my favorite color or size.
I’m a simple man with simple tastes. Don’t need anything expensive. No bells and whistles.
A fantastic blog I found in which Philadelphians are fascinated (and sometimes horrified!) by other cities’ attempts to serve cheesesteaks.*
*Well, what they call cheesesteaks.
