“Do you ever find yourself sort of secretly hoping that civilization collapses,” Melissa said, “just so that something will happen?”
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Love Begins

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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if i look back, i am lost
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“Do you ever find yourself sort of secretly hoping that civilization collapses,” Melissa said, “just so that something will happen?”
.02 Inktober 2017
that awesome moment when you finished reading a really good book and you see it at a store then you cunningly smile at it as if you had an affair with it.
#then you hover around it for a while #maybe stroke it #read the blurb
The horrifying thing is that this is true.
Day #15 of #aBookishHoliday - Bookish Tree!
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This made me smile ago much omg
Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams
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I just finished the last Dark Tower book and oh my god, I don’t know what to do with myself
You read the graphic novels. You read every single book by sai King and spot the Dark Tower references. You read the Dark Tower Companion, and a couple of other reader's guides of your choice. You hunt down all the wonderful fan artwork there is and re-discover the Mid-World through someone else's eyes. And then you come back and read the Dark Tower novels again because Ka is a wheel and its one purpose is to turn.
Fanfiction appreciation post 1/?
If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
CBS's drama The Unit, about the lives of the highly trained members of a top-secret military division, was canceled last year, but a memo to its writing staff from its executive producer David Mame...
One of the simplest and shortest breakdowns of how to write drama.
Just because I'm lazy to create a graphic myself, and didn't have much time on my hands to update the blog throughout the year, I'm sharing the visual representation of what my reading year looked like.
.. I know, I know. A LOT OF graphic novels this year.
The Last Words Of 25 Famous Dead Writers
When you’ve dedicated your life to words, it’s important to go out eloquently.
Ernest Hemingway: “Goodnight my kitten.” Spoken to his wife before he killed himself.
Jane Austen: “I want nothing but death.” In response to her sister, Cassandra, who was asking her if she wanted anything.
J.M Barrie: “I can’t sleep.”
L. Frank Baum: “Now I can cross the shifting sands.”
Edgar Allan Poe: “Lord help my poor soul.”
Thomas Hobbes: “I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap into the dark,”
Alfred Jarry: “I am dying…please, bring me a toothpick.”
Hunter S. Thompson: “Relax — this won’t hurt.”
Henrik Ibsen: “On the contrary!”
Anton Chekhov: “I haven’t had champagne for a long time.”
Mark Twain: “Good bye. If we meet—” Spoken to his daughter Clara.
Louisa May Alcott: “Is it not meningitis?” Alcott did not have meningitis, though she believed it to be so. She died from mercury poison.
Jean Cocteau: “Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking towards me, without hurrying.”
Washington Irving: “I have to set my pillows one more night, when will this end already?”
Leo Tolstoy: “But the peasants…how do the peasants die?”
Hans Christian Andersen: “Don’t ask me how I am! I understand nothing more.”
Charles Dickens: “On the ground!” He suffered a stroke outside his home and was asking to be laid on the ground.
H.G. Wells: “Go away! I’m all right.” He didn’t know he was dying.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: “More light.”
W.C. Fields: “Goddamn the whole fucking world and everyone in it except you, Carlotta!” “Carlotta” was Carlotta Monti, actress and his mistress.
Voltaire: “Now, now, my good man, this is no time for making enemies.” When asked by a priest to renounce Satan.
Dylan Thomas: “I’ve had 18 straight whiskies…I think that’s the record.”
George Bernard Shaw: “Dying is easy, comedy is hard.”
Henry David Thoreau: “Moose…Indian.”
James Joyce: “Does nobody understand?”
26. Oscar Wilde: “Either the wallpaper goes, or I do.” 27. Bob Hope: “Surprise me.” He was responding to his wife asking where he wanted to be buried.
reblogging because of Voltaire though
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