Some more Nancy Drew themed designs for the clue crew crossers out there!
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Some more Nancy Drew themed designs for the clue crew crossers out there!
preaches from the writer's block
today, i am not a poet. the creases in my fingers do not exist to bend to the whim of my heart’s need to expel verbal aesthetics, my hand is at rest, the lines on my knuckles are not river or blood beds, nor are they hieroglyphic messages from ancestors carryongiveuptheydon’tseeyou readusonyouraunt’scheek livelivelivelivelive
**** some days, the world kicks the back of my kneecaps so i can fall asleep. here the air tastes like mango juice lip corner leaks at 104 degrees and i wake in want of this dream’s origins. to taste the air of some forbidden place, and not write.
if heaven scribed haiti onto this earth, just so my people can stand on this split glyph with split tongues thunder split atmospheres and with split hearts, spin and weave songs of faith to keep at bay a naked reality of loneliness too ugly for personal religion to let walk undressed, and survive, then they are the true poets.
*** some days, there’s more poetry swung from the neck of a headless chicken pouring forth scarlet spurts of freedom as his lifeless bodies thumps to the dusty ground, than in me.
Copyright © March 2014 Stephanie Ambroise All Rights Reserved
https://poetessparlant.wordpress.com/
Kameelah Janan Rasheed, How to Suffer Politely (And Other Etiquette for the Lumpenproletariat). (2014)
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'Real isn't how you are made,' said the Skin Horse. 'It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.' 'Does it hurt?' asked the Rabbit. 'Sometimes,' said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. 'When you are Real you don't mind being hurt.' 'Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,' he asked, 'or bit by bit?' 'It doesn't happen all at once,' said the Skin Horse. 'You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.” ― Margery Williams, “The Velveteen Rabbit
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Natalie Hall
This is the opposite of a problem.
TO DREAM THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM
The best bit was he tweeted Waterstones and politely asked them to let him out.
No-one from Waterstones was on their Twitter account at that time of night, but half of London was still awake and soon after #WaterstonesTexan and #FreetheWaterstones1 were trending across the city. The police were notified and managed to let him out before midnight :D
The actual best bit is that Waterstones then held a competition to win places at a sleepover in their flagship store on Piccadilly because so many people started talking about how they’d love to spend the night in a bookshop. That’s how you turn a negative into a positive.
Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.
Charles Bukowski, Writing (via whyallcaps)
“They were just instantly brilliant … They were not the typical women who get steamrolled by men. [They] were no shrinking violets. They were bold and ballsy and fearless.”
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“The first duty of the novelist is to entertain. It is a moral duty. People who read your books are sick, sad, traveling, in the hospital waiting room while someone is dying. Books are written by the alone for the alone.”
Donna Tartt, author of The Secret History (via vintageanchorbooks)
IT IS ALBUM RELEASE DAY! WHEE ACK.
You can listen to the whole thing by pressing that li’l play button on the widget above, or by going to my page here. The album is 13 tracks and costs $7. If you like it, a share or a reblog would overwhelm me with joy! Helping me get the word out is absolutely the most helpful thing in the world.
It will be out on iTunes later this month!!!
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Corgi only listens to owner when he talks like The Beatles
> I like how the guy in video talked with other accents to give more proof.
I don’t even know where to begin with this!