Reading Pitstop: Words, oh, words

I recently received an email from Pocket (one of my all-time favourite apps) telling me that I’ve made it to the Top 5% of readers. Yes. I am now a verified bookworm-nerd. And I was quite pleased at the affirmation. Read till the end because I saved the best for last ♥

Instagram makes teens and celebrities angry by killing millions of spambots // Article, Social Media // I thought this was amusing because of the vitriol that’s spilling from those affected. The closing lines are also pretty funny.

What Happens to Our Brains When We Exercise and How it Makes Us Happier // Article, Fitness // I kid you not, this article literally got me out of bed one morning. Been trying to get back in my exercise groove and reading stuff like that is a small motivation.

How Exercise Changes Our DNA // Article, Fitness // I started exercising for health reasons, but the aesthetic ones can get in the way. Time and again, when I feel like cutting back because I’m happy with the way my body looks and feels, I come across a reminder like this that the goal is a long-term one. Look beyond the ‘now’.

The New Trophy Wife // Opinion, Relationships, Women // Love it or hate it, this writer speaks the truth about the evolution of the ideal wife. Some women hate this article because the term “trophy wife” suggests that a wife still only has instrumental value, others hate it because it sets the bar even higher than it previously was. I love it because while the bar may be set higher, becoming smarter than you currently are is, to me, more achievable than becoming more beautiful.

Vladimir Nabokov’s Passionate Love Letters to Vera and His Affectionate Bestiary of Nicknames for Her // Review, Letters, Literature, Love // I’m including this because underneath my practical, efficient, and utilitarian exterior is a great big softie — any non-corny, romantic sentiment will leave me much like a s’more. I’ll leave you with some lovely words:

“How can I explain to you, my happiness, my golden wonderful happiness, how much I am all yours — with all my memories, poems, outbursts, inner whirlwinds? Or explain that I cannot write a word without hearing how you will pronounce it — and can’t recall a single trifle I’ve lived through without regret — so sharp! — that we haven’t lived through it together — whether it’s the most, the most personal, intransmissible — or only some sunset or other at the bend of a road — you see what I mean, my happiness?

[…]

I swear — and the inkblot has nothing to do with it — I swear by all that’s dear to me, all I believe in — I swear that I have never loved before as I love you, — with such tenderness — to the point of tears — and with such a sense of radiance.”

“I simply want to tell you that somehow I can’t imagine life without you…

I love you, I want you, I need you unbearably… Your eyes — which shine so wonder-struck when, with your head thrown back, you tell something funny — your eyes, your voice, lips, your shoulders — so light, sunny…”

Oh, words.

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