It’s a most distressing affliction to have a sentimental heart and a skeptical mind.
—Naguib Mahfouz (via thatkindofwoman)
(Source: rabbitinthemoon, via thatkindofwoman)
April showers bring May flowers. Weekend rain sucked, but the neighborhood flowers were beautiful.
Flowers on a rainy day in DC.
A baby with a flower in the sun.
Spring soccer in DC.
You’re obliged to pretend respect for people and institutions you think absurd. You live attached in a cowardly fashion to moral and social conventions you despise, condemn, and know lack all foundation. It is that permanent contradiction between your ideas and desires and all the dead formalities and vain pretenses of your civilization which makes you sad, troubled and unbalanced. In that intolerable conflict you lose all joy of life and all feeling of personality, because at every moment they suppress and restrain and check the free play of your powers. That’s the poisoned and mortal wound of the civilized world.
—Octave Mirbeau (via aesacus)
(Source: zealotry, via explosionspace)
Tiny baby feet on the plush blanket. Tiny.
New Orleans, NCAA Women’s Basketball Championship.
Skateboarders on Saturday. DC’s 11th Street, NW skate park.
