Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as an escape.
bell hooks, All About Love: New Visions (via irisrukka)
Every year, the bright Scandinavian summer nights fade away without anyone’s noticing. One evening in August you have an errand outdoors, and all of a sudden it’s pitch-black. It is still summer, but the summer is no longer alive.
Tove Jansson, The Summer Book, trans. Thomas Teal (via neitt)
Black Crime = Gang Violence.
Arab Crime = Terrorism.
Hispanic Crime = Illegal immigration.
White Crime = No crime, he was just insane.