Literature is Life

Words. Mine. Others. All for the love of literature.

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Car Dents in Hell!

There aren’t many things in the modern world as frustrating and upsetting as getting your car smashed.

For many Americans, their car is an extension of themselves.

Getting hit in your car feels like getting punched in the face.

Then, just to make it suck even more, your insurance company won’t cover the accident—or your deductible is so high it makes your insurance useless.

THE LMHF Solution: Put a funny sticker on it!

Splat on a Wile E. Coyote or Thor’s Hammer.

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If you’re going to have to drive around with a dent, you might as well laugh at it—and make others laugh too.

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Life can really suck. Let's have fun anyway.

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Objects and Subjects

"Things are objects because of the subject - mind." - The Great Way read by Ram Dass

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Shampoo

Shampoo Hair is strength Give it body and volume and femininity Refreshingly moisturized hair helps fight urban aggressors such as frizz and split ends. Weakness and damage. Yuck. Heavenly, stimula...

Check out this poem. It’s awesome!

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"She gave me a big smile and said, “Who are we this time?" from Who Am I This Time? by Kurt Vonnegut

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A Haiku from Basho

From time to time

The clouds give rest

To the moon-beholders.

- Matsuo Bashō

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She invited literary people, and they were brought to her at once in multitudes. Afterwards they came of themselves without invitation, one brought another. Never had she seen such literary men. They were incredibly vain, but quite open in their vanity, as though they were performing a duty by the display of it. Some (but by no means all) of them even turned up intoxicated, seeming, however, to detect in this a peculiar, only recently discovered, merit.

The Devils - Dostoyevsky

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Attitudes and mental actions leave impressions on your mind stream that are like subtle seeds.

Steps on the Path to Enlightenment - Geshe Lhundup Sopa

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They tell me, shaking their heads: 'You should be kinder... You are somehow-furious.' I used to be kind. It didn’t last long. Life was breaking me hitting me in the teeth. I lived like a silly puppy. They would hit me- and again I would turn the other cheek. I’d wag my tail of complacency, and then, to make me furious, someone chopped it off with a single blow. And now I will tell you about fury, about that fury with which you go to a party and make polite conversation while dropping sugar into your tea with tongs. And when you offer me more tea I’m not bored- I merely study you. I submissively drink my tea from the saucer, and, hiding my claws, stretch out my hand. And I’ll tell you something else about fury. When before the meeting they whisper: 'Give it up... You’re young, better you write, don’t jump into a fight for a while...' Like hell I’ll give in! To be furious at falsehood- is real goodness! I’m warning you- that fury hasn’t left me yet. And you ought to know- I’ll stay infuriated for a long time. There’s none of my former shyness left in me. After all- life is interesting when you’re furious!

1955 Translated by Tina Tupikina-Glaessner, Geoffrey Dutton, and Igor Mezhakoff-Koriakin (revised) Yevgeny Yevtushenko

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It’s supposed to be a bunny… that I made with Crayola Model Magic Clay. It doesn’t dry, so I can make a lot more little bunnies!

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I hope you love this video!

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#Halloween is never far away

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Immobility is retrbution for youthful flight.

Yevgeny Yevtushenko

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The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea. The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed. The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling but the master of the house is far away. The horses stamping - their warm breath clouding in the sharp and frosty morning of the day. And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.

Jethro Tull, “Thick as a Brick”

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Winter in Tarkhany where Mikhail Lermontov spent his childhood. Postcards from 1989.

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We almost always forgive those we understand.

Mikhail Lermontov, A Hero of Our Time  (via wordsnquotes)