Listen: I am ideally happy. My happiness is a kind of challenge. As I wander along the streets and the squares and the paths by the canal, absently sensing the lips of dampness through my worn soles, I carry proudly my ineffable happiness. The centuries will roll by, and schoolboys will yawn over the history of our upheavals; everything will pass, but my happiness, dear, my happiness will remain, in the moist reflection of a streetlamp, in the cautious bend of stone steps that descend into the canal’s black waters, in the smiles of a dancing couple, in everything with which God so generously surrounds human lonliness.
― Vladimir Nabokov, A Letter That Never Reached Russia (via larmoyante)
When I am lonely for boys it’s their bodies I miss. I study their hands lifting the cigarettes in the darkness of the movie theaters, the slope of a shoulder, the angle of a hip. Looking at them sideways, I examine them in different lights. My love for them is visual: that is the part of them I would like to possess. Don’t move, I think. Stay like that, let me have that.
― Margaret Atwood (via perfect)

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We had a meeting today and have a few great articles in mind for the next few weeks (which all tie in with each other, somehow!) with features on:
-what the science is behind the bombardment of conflicting diet advice 
-checking sources and references on diet advice and non-professional advice in general 
-staying away from and dealing with fads
-tips for listening to your body over your brain

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