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Hi. I'm Marco's sister. Those of you who don't know me can call me Pearl. When I was nineteen, I bit into a pearl in a fried oyster in some linoleum-floored crab shack on Cape Cod.

I'm a recovering graduate student, high school Spanish teacher, unrepentant history geek, and budding mystic. I've traveled to four of the seven continents. I always love to discuss politics, religion, history, and philosophy. In my other life, I'm also a wife with really poor housekeeping skills. But I can cook.

 

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Oct
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Feeling a bit homesick today.
And really missing Barnacle Jim.

Feeling a bit homesick today.

And really missing Barnacle Jim.

Oct
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1st
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Happy Rosh Hashanah! Happy New Year!

lessee:

Two happier updates:

It’s officially 5769 - happy 2nd day of the new year everyone! Hope all of your knoshes last night were delicious =)

Also, I got my boyfriend the coolest present for his birthday and I can’t wait to give it to him! Wooo

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bluenemesis:
 “View of the World from 9th Avenue, 1976“
 We had this in our living room when I was a child. I’d say it’s a pretty acurate representation of how New Yorkers view the world.

bluenemesis:

 “View of the World from 9th Avenue, 1976

 We had this in our living room when I was a child. I’d say it’s a pretty acurate representation of how New Yorkers view the world.

Sep
30th
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Eid Mubarak, everyone :)
Eid Mubarak, everyone :)
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You who are not kept anxiously awake for love’s sake, sleep on.
In restless search for that river, we hurry along;
you whose heart such anxiety has not disturbed, sleep on.
Love’s place is out beyond the many separate sects;
since you love choosing and excluding, sleep on.
Love’s dawn cup is our sunrise, his dusk our supper;
you whose longing is for sweets and whose passion
is for supper, sleep on.
In search of the philosopher’s stone, we are melting like copper;
you whose philosopher’s stone is cushion and pillow, sleep on.
I have abandoned hope for my brain and head; you who wish for
a clear head and fresh brain, sleep on.
I have torn speech like a tattered robe and let words go;
you who are still dressed in your clothes, sleep on.

Rumi (via thebronzemedal) (via robot-heart)

Ahhh, there are more lovers of Rumi here in the Tumblrverse. Alhamdulillah!

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29th
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