Where my people at?

Random, Funny me stuff & some old Rachael-centric Glee (& Blaine)...RIP

[rafawriter]

[chadzia-deactivated20180101]

the fun part is trying to figure out what everyone in the notes’ real names are

[og-trashkitten]

Aehlsy

[dicebound]

Ehintyw

[jenncrumblez]

Aejnn

??

[liliavalley]

Ahnnnos

[0leatherbird0]

ADEJN ??

[honey-sunny-bee]

Deimnos

[blainchelstfaberry]

Abehnty 😱❤️

[blainchelstfaberry]

...it's well written because you're just born a writer - you feel words, you've a perfect ear for balance, and a very good all-round knowledge of English.

The Well of Loneliness, Radclyffe Hall

[blainchelstfaberry]

Brockett could compress quite a lot of emotion into an incredibly short space of time...

The Well of Loneliness, Radclyffe Hall

[blainchelstfaberry]

That was the worst of Jonathan Brockett, he could make you laugh in spite of yourself - when you most disapproved you found yourself laughing.

The Well of Loneliness, Radclyffe Hall

[blainchelstfaberry]

...his eyes as soft as an Irish morning, and his courage as bright as an Irish sunrise, and his heart as young as the wild, eternally young heart of Ireland.

The Well of Loneliness, Radclyffe Hall

[blainchelstfaberry]

The discouragement common to all fine writers was upon her, she was hating what she had written.

The Well of Loneliness, Radclyffe Hall

[blainchelstfaberry]

For surely thus only are fine books written, they must somehow partake of the miracle of blood - the strange and terrible miracle of blood, the giver of life, the purifier, the great final expiation.

The Well of Loneliness, Radclyffe Hall

[blainchelstfaberry]

Yet as everything comes as grist to the mill of those who are destined from birth to be writers...

The Well of Loneliness, Radclyffe Hall

[blainchelstfaberry]

...never must human beings be allowed to suspect that a creature fears them. The fear of the one is a spur to the many, for the primitive hunting instinct dies hard - it is better to face a hostile world that to turn one's back for a moment.

The Well of Loneliness, Radclyffe Hall

[blainchelstfaberry]

Like an ageing and anxious vestal virgin she tended the holy fire of inspiration, feeding the flame with suitable food - good grilled meat, light puddings and much fresh fruit, varied by little painstaking surprises...

The Well of Loneliness, Radclyffe Hall

[blainchelstfaberry]

Her complexion... had lost the look of wind and sunshine - the open air look...

The Well of Loneliness, Radclyffe Hall

[blainchelstfaberry]

...the eyes themselves were the eyes of a writer, always a little tired in expression.

The Well of Loneliness, Radclyffe Hall

[blainchelstfaberry]

...they were city trees, which are always somewhat disheartened.

The Well of Loneliness, Radclyffe Hall

[blainchelstfaberry]

I'm not crazy about reality, but it's still the only place to get a decent meal.

Groucho Marx

[blainchelstfaberry]

Overall, she seemed to be going for a sort of mid-'80s postapocalyptic cyberpunk girl-next-door look. And it was working for me, in a big way. In a word: hot.

Ready Player One, Ernest Cline

[blainchelstfaberry]

Angry's one list... Jealous is another. Then there's the biggest list of all... The crazy list... Not to mention the all-of-the-aboves.

Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter, Tom Franklin

[blainchelstfaberry]

I have inside me the winds, the deserts, the oceans, the stars, and everything created in the universe. We were all made by the same hand, and we have the same soul.

The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho