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  • Nhà

    Một buổi chiều thứ 7 đầu tháng 4, trời xanh mây trắng dịu dàng và nắng lấp lánh qua những tán lá. Hoa táo, hoa anh đào, hoa mận, hoa mộc lan nở bung trời. Gió mang hương hoa lẩn quất trong từng mái tóc, trong mỗi ngón tay. Những ngày đầu xuân xinh đẹp…

  • Bông

    Tôi: 31. vẫn dễ cười, hay khóc. mê vẽ, thứ duy nhất nếu đã bắt đầu thì sẽ mê mải quên ăn uống ngủ nghỉ, quên cả thời gian không gian, chỉ cảm thấy sự hưng phấn tột độ và thuần khiết. thích sách, không chỉ để đọc mà còn phải cảm nhận được sự…

  • scent of autumn

    Autumn passes by like a swift sunbeam. Days get shorter to the point it is still night when you wake up. Still hangs in the blazing cold of a late afternoon rain the smell of fullness giving freely what the season has to offer. The muted grey skies and the pale skins. The starry nights…

  • An Introvert in Town

    I returned to Paris, seeking the peace and calm I could no longer find in Hanoi. But every morning, going down the tube station in Saint Lazare, all I can see is a vast sea of densely moving black silhouettes, and I am reminded that Paris, too, is a metropolis. That no matter how serene…

  • Into the Blue

    In the morning I woke up. Nothing in particular had done the job of hauling me out of sleepy puffs as it was almost a routine, a melancholy boredom of the repetitive 24 hours cycle. I opened my eyes and lied still in bed. A thick, heavy blanket for wintertime tuck under chin on the first…

  • Biển

    Tôi băng qua đường Võ Nguyên Giáp để tới biển. Bãi đánh cá 2 giờ chiều hoang vắng. Bầu trời trước giông hạ thấp, âm u, nhưng sát đường chân trời có một dải màu hồng phấn chuyển sang xanh bạc hà cắt ngang, phản chiếu ánh sáng dịu dàng xuống mặt biển. Thủy triều…

  • I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible. Because one day, I might get hit by a bus. Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands. And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care. We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans. We never know when the bus is coming.

    Musing | Tell The People You Love

    I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them

  • Book | Paustovsky và tôi

    Tất cả bắt đầu từ những nhận xét ngắn ngủi trong cuốn “Để học tốt văn 6″ từ xa xưa khi mà truyện “Chiếc nhẫn bằng thép” vẫn nằm trong chương trình phổ thông. Tuy chưa hề được đọc một truyện ngắn nào của ông nhưng những lời ca ngợi về tài năng của một…

  • “You don’t have to get a job that makes others feel comfortable about what they perceive as your success. You don’t have to explain what you plan to do with your life. You don’t have to justify your education by demonstrating its financial rewards. You don’t have to maintain an impeccable credit score.You have to pay your own electric bill. You have to be kind. You have to find people who love you truly and love them back with the same truth. But that’s all.”  

    - Cheryl Strand

    Monday Musing

    “You don’t have to get a job that makes others feel comfortable about what they perceive as your success. You don’t have to explain