December 2011
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“I have never before found graveyards eerie, or particularly depressing. I like...”
– The Legacy by Katherine Webb (via scribbles-and-wanderlust)
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Words.....
debauchery (plural debaucheries). Indulgence in sensual pleasures; scandalous activities involving sex, alcohol, or drugs without inhibition.
“You, and only you
will ever only fit with
me, and only me.”
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
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"The Waiting Place: Waiting for a train to go. or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. "Everyone is just waiting." Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake...
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Excerpt: Rules for Virgins by Amy Tan
“Another trick is to ask your suitor to pluck a flower for your hair. Turn away from him as you attempt to slip it along the side, by your ear. Then let it fall. In your hurry to retrieve the flower, you bend over, and the jacket that had barely covered your hips now lifts like fog from the moon. Be sure he has a view of your rump for at least three seconds. When you stand and see his face,...
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“Fiction was invented the day Jonas arrived home and told his wife that he was...”
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That awkward moment when the whole town is singing...
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November 2011
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I like smelling new books....
shrawani:
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Only the Brave
“Keep coming back—and though the world may romp against your spine— Let every game’s end find you still upon the battling line; For when the one Great Scorer comes to write against your name, He marks—not that you won or lost—but how you played the Game.”
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“Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that...”
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'Poems Need To Be Read Out Loud' ~Shel Silverstein
Poems From His New Collection~
Every Thing On It
I asked for a hot dog
With everything on it
And that was my big mistake.
‘Cause it came with a parrot
A bee in a bonnet
A wristwatch, a wrench, and a rake.
It came with a goldfish,
A flag, and a fiddle,
A frog and a front porch swing.
And a mouse in a mask-
That’ the last time I ask
For a hot dog with everything.
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“Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them.
― Lemony Snicket,...”
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Tell All The Truth But Tell It Slant
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant—- Success in Cirrcuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise As Lightening to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind—-
by Emily Dickinson
“The surprising quality of the truth is too overpowering for people’s weak perceptions thus they either would...
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“Not to find one’s way in a city may well be uninteresting and banal. It...”
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Most Beautiful Words #2
apolaustic (ap-ah-LOS-tik) — Wholly devoted to the seeking of enjoyment.
His touch was gentle and exciting at once, his nearness protecting her as well as fueling her ardor. With enchanting leisureliness, he ventured along the curves and hollows of her flesh, discovering the many ways in which he could be inspired with passion. So intent was he on learning the whole extent of her elation that he...
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BEST FIRST LINES #3
Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person. —Anne Tyler, Back When We Were Grownups
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“If you resist reading what you disagree with, how will you ever acquire deeper...”
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A Moveable Feast: Chapter One By Ernest Hemingway →
A collection of memoirs by Ernest Hemingway.
“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.
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“Please, no matter how we advance technologically, please don’t abandon the...”
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BEST FIRST LINES #2
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
Oh I can’t resist…Here’s More!!
It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the...
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Jack Kerouac, On the Road
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