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llanval

“People who didn’t live pre-Internet can’t grasp how devoid of ideas life in my hometown was. The only bookstores sold Bibles the size of coffee tables and dashboard Virgin Marys that glowed in the dark. I stopped in the middle of the SAT to memorize a poem, because I thought, This is a great work of art and I’ll never see it again.”

— Mary Karr, The Art of Memoir No 1 (via elesheva)

ordinarytalk

Fuck this is exactly what it was like.

It’s so hard to explain to other people how incredibly weird and isolated from the rest of the world my childhood was. I’m here now for the holidays and it’s barely changed. I would tear pictures of art or beaches out of magazines, because I’d never seen them in real life, and people looked at me like I was crazy when I said I wanted to see a city.