Pups and Pages

[pupsandpages]

It doesn't matter what they will make of you or your days: they will be wrong, they will miss the wrong womam, miss the wrong man, all the stories they tell will be tales of their own invention. Your story was this: you were happy, then you were sad, you slept, you awakened. Sometimes you ate roasted chestnuts, sometimes persimmons. #janehirshfield #after #poems #poetry #whatimreading #bookstagram #bibliophile #dakotablue #dogstagram #jackstagram #jrtlove #doggo #mustlovedogs

[pupsandpages]

"All children misbehave, she said. You were better off when they did so in plain view." #lionelshriver #weneedtotalkaboutkevin #bookclub #whatimreading #weneedtotalkaboutbookclub #bookstagram #igreads #bibliophile #dakotablue #doggo #dogstagram #jackstagram #jackrussell #jrtlove

[pupsandpages]

you musn't have to make them want you they must want you themselves #rupikaur #milkandhoney #currentlyreading #meh #bookstagram #igreads #booknerd #poetry #iguess #dakotablue #dogstagram #jackstagram #jrtlove #doggo #mustlovedogs

[sofia-boutella-deactivated20170]

[pupsandpages]

"It's not me -- it's like my appetite doesn't belong in my belly, like I'm stuck in this story because someone else wants to eat, like I'm stuck in this story no matter how bad I want to get out -- and me trying to get out of the story IS the story. Nevermind." From "Midnight: The Coyote, Down In The Mouth" #timseibles #hammerlock #whatimreading #poetry #bookstagram #bibliophile #booknerd #dakotablue #dogstagram #jackstagram #jackrussell #jrtlove #jrtnation

[pupsandpages]

"The odds were against them, were against all of us. But we made it. How can we ever look at another human being without a sense of wonder? Every person who takes a breath has scaled the Kilimanjaro of biology, has one the Powerball and is standing there with that big check and the shit-eating grin, or should be. We should be embracing each other as comrades, as survivors. Just showing up on Earth means we're winners. " #jodymace #thepopulationofme #beautifulflesh #stephaniegschwind #bookstagram #currentlyreading #igreads #bibliophile #booknerd #dakotablue #dogstagram #jackstagram #jrtnation #jrtlove #mustlovedogs

[pupsandpages]

Spending my lucnh break with one of my best #book friends. #whatimreading #currentlyreading #bookstagram #igreads #bibliophile #booknerd

[pupsandpages]

"All summer long the cicadas don't know what we call them. They sneak from the ground every year after dark, break out of their shells right into the language, and it holds them like a net made of nothing but the need to make strange things familiar."

Tim Seibles, from 'Latin'

[pupsandpages]

"It had some real shape; he had nearly seen It. To see the shape is to see the secret. Was that also true of power? Perhaps it was. For wasn't it true that ppwer, like It, was a shape-changer? It was a baby crying in the middle of the night, it was an atomic bomb, it was a silver slig, it was the way Beverly looked at Bill and the way Bill looked back. What, exactly what, *was* power, anyway?" #stephenking #it #bookstagram #whatimreading #thankgodimfinallydonewiththisbook #igreads #booknerd #bibliophile #dakotablue #dogstagram #jackstagram #jrtlove #jrtnation

[pupsandpages]

#dakotablue officially became a teenager yesterday, but we didn't get to celebrate due to unforseen circumstances. He will get his annual mac&cheese next week. And no, he's not spoiled at all. Photo credit: @wilkins_poet #dogstagram #jackstagram #jackrussell #jrtlove #jrtnation #mustlovedogs #spoiledpup #lovethispup

[thefederalistfreestyle]

but did he arrange the menu, the venue, the seating?

[pupsandpages]

Sometimes there's nothing else to do but hit somebody with all your might, and really, it's something like kissing someone you've had a crush on for years -- it's so perfect that first moment of contact; there's such a hunger in it

Tim Seibles, from 'Billy Jack, Serving 25 To Life'

[pupsandpages]

The wind says, "I am the past beside you, a scratch on your lens, lips that opened easily and wetly took you in. You might lose the map, but the road I poured to your heart will still shimmer. I am neither air brewing, nor neither hand set afire, not God strumming the Earth, nor jeweled anger in rottweiler eyes. You think you are someone to be reckoned with, a star pinned above your crotch, your best day tucked inside your vest like the ace of spades. You believe what you read is trying to mean something in some acceptable way. Pitiful. Take your thumb out of your mouth. Mainly what you miss matters most -- which is why I am the saliva lost on your neck from a kiss, the slash in the air where you sit, long fingers pushed inside you, the shoe words cobble while you sleep. I know you want to run into trouble, to make news as some chalk figure on the street. I know you've almost broken through to the present, only to turn back to a pimple in your mirror. Since you have fumbled at love, you believe we all sigh with you, that when you end up on the wet spot I know the chill and sympathize. Forget that shit! Imagine, this moment, all your organs humming together like a choir of roots in the damp earth. Could everything be wrapped up in your destination? Think. Think of how early becomes evening, how blind fish find each other from opposite sides of the dark. Think how sexy I am, because of what I keep from you."

Tim Seibles, "What The Wind Said"

[pupsandpages]

You know how sometimes, even though you're very serious about the things you do, it seems like, secretly, there's a big joke being played, and you're part of what someone else is laughing at -- only you can't prove it, so you keep sweating and believing in your career, as if that makes the difference, somehow playing along isn't really playing along as long as you're not sure what sort of fool you're being turned into -- especially if you're giving it 100%.

Tim Seibles, from "Commercial Break: Road-Runner, Uneasy"

[pupsandpages]

A good man lost because those with power have no time for those without it. .... By my eyes, they know I am not white, but by my height and color they suspect I am not *not* white. .... It is unfortunate that the whites here are so many. They have grown invisible to themselves like the air which is also everywhere. In a hundred years much will be regretted and very little forgiven. .... Membership is only another word for obedience.

Tim Seibles, from "From the Diary of Quai Chang Caine, Shaolin Monk"

[pupsandpages]

this woyld is about teeth, bubble buns -- who's bitin' and who's gettin' bit.

Tim Seibles, from "What Bugs Bunny Said To Red Riding Hood"

[pupsandpages]

All things @meangirlsbway - what a fun show. We couldn't stop talking about it on the way home. I think Karen was a surprise favorite. #previews #meangirls #yearoftheatre #supportthearts #theatre #yougoglencoco (at National Theatre Washington, D.C.)