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titsay
if i look back, i am lost
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
noise dept.
@theartofmadeline
One Nice Bug Per Day
wallacepolsom
Kiana Khansmith
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
hello vonnie
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styofa doing anything
Game of Thrones Daily
will byers stan first human second
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almost home
Sade Olutola
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@hello-i-am-moi
coworker told me he “hates all mollusks” today. and to each their own obviously but like… theres 100k species of mollusk… you really hate all of them bro? nautiluses and oysters and snails and nudibranches and chitons and thousands of animals youve never even heard of???? what did ammonites even fucking do to you
he hates sea bunny?
AND leaf sheep??
Daniel Pennac's inalienable rights of the reader:
The right not to read
The right to skip pages
The right not to finish a book
The right to re-read
The right to read anything
The right to Bovary-ism (to mistake a book for real life)
The right to read anywhere
The right to dip in
The right to read out loud
The right to be silent
I announce my surrender to the bots. May you be happy in my blog.
don't talk to me or my 300 pornbot followers ever again
“I am but paper. Brittle and thin. I am held up to the sun, and it shines right through me. I get written on, and I can never be used again. These scratches are a history. They’re a story. They tell things for others to read, but they only see the words, and not what the words are written upon. I am but paper, and though there are many like me, none are exactly the same. I am parched parchment. I have lines. I have holes. Get me wet, and I melt. Light me on fire, and I burn. Take me in hardened hands, and I crumple. I tear. I am but paper. Brittle and thin.” ― T.J. Klune, The House in the Cerulean Sea.
God I miss the days when you could show up to a stranger’s farm and he’d say “What’s your name, boy?” and you’d take off your hat and hold it to your chest to better let him see your face and reply “Why I ain’t got none, sir, on account of my mammy passed on before she could give me one” and he’d tell you he’s real damn sorry to hear that and ask what he can do you for and you’d tell him that you can’t read nor even write neither but you’re mighty good with horses and can mend them fallen fence posts what you saw on your way in and won’t ask for nothing much more than a hot meal and a warm barn to sleep in and he’d keep his wife and daughters inside but send his boy who ain’t got married yet even though his mama tells him he needs a woman out with a lantern and some stew at night and the two of you’d get to talkin and he’d throw you his flask to take a swig from and watch you drinkin from it while he leant against the door frame and when he finally got called back on up to the house again he’d take a sip from it too real slow-like like it weren’t the whiskey what he were tryna savour
s/o to ppl with intrusive thoughts that aren’t just like “eat sand” or “trample ur neighbor’s garden” but are really fucked up and immoral like u guys aren’t terrible just cuz the thought comes into ur mind doesnt mean u like it or want to do it i hope something good happens to u today
every july. every fucking july this post gets reblogged to shit. why. why does this god forsaken website love egg. i gave egg a voice in 2013 and it always comes back. i try to forget egg. i bury egg as far as i can but somehow someone always finds fucking egg post. this post could be dead for months but it always managed to come back like some sort of zombie egg. enough egg. no more egg. fuck eg
I now have this scheduled to reblog every year on July 1st at exactly midnight
My favorite thing about reading adult fantasy is just accepting that the first hundred pages or so isn’t going to make any fucking sense. You won’t be able to keep the characters or the places straight and you’ll have very few hints regarding the plot but by the time you hit page 200 you’re all in.
