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"I had been sitting by this guy who I didn’t know for, um, like, five hours, from San Francisco to New York. And then I turned to him and said, ‘Sir, I won the Nobel Prize.’ I had to share the news with someone. He looked at me, did a double take because I was all rumpled up … Then someone in the front took their BlackBerry and went to The New York Times and saw the three photos and looked at me and said, ‘Yes, that’s right.’ So then I started hugging all these white men on my flight that I didn’t know."
Liberian activist Leymah Gbowee, on how she found out about her Nobel Peace Prize when her red-eye flight landed and she turned on her phone. Via Rebecca Dana. (via washingtonpoststyle)
Goodness. The model reminds me so of you in this picture, Skye! Something about the eyes and the mouth and the eyebrows. I know hasn’t been that long, but I do miss your sweet face!
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gya:
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I wish that I could have enough hands to clasp those of every person in the world’s in mine. Enough shoulders for all the sadness in the world to be sobbed into. Enough bodies to fill up the holes in people’s hearts from missing children, lovers, friends. I wish I had enough arms to catch all the broken people, to hold together their shattered lives. I wish that I had muscles enough to carry all the secret burdens that are silently borne.
I wish that I could tear out my heart to show you how much it beats for you, cries for you, breaks for you. I wish I could mop all your sorrows with my hair.
