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Friday, May 20, 2011

I would stare at the grains of light suspended in that silent space, struggling to see into my own heart. What did I want? And what did others want from me? But I could never find the answers. Sometimes I would reach out and try to grasp the grains of light, but my fingers touched nothing.

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via pinkpandulce)

Monday, May 9, 2011

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Practical Parenting Isn't About Spending Less—It's About Making Smart Choices

  If this was an episode of  Maalalala   M o  K aya, the title would  probably be--  Sapatos . I'll never forget chasing a pair of tiny ...