A warning to the prophet

Indie Owen from The Blackwell Pages Written by Ezzy

[ravnoyne]

Laurie: A plate of brownies once told me a limerick.

Owen: Were those funny brownies?

Laurie: Not especially, but you know what, I think they had pot in them.

[ravnoyne]

Owen: You know what's weird? Donald Duck never wore pants. But whenever he's getting out of the shower, he always puts a towel around his waist. I mean, what is that about?

[ravnoyne]

Owen: You guys, do you know anything about chicks?

Matt: Fowl? No. Women?... No.

[books-n-quotes]

“And after all, everyone needs a few flaws to make them real.”

— Helen Simonson, Major Pettigrew’s Last Stand

[asexualgalaxies]

things that aren’t “bad” or “cringey”

•being asexual and heteromantic

•being aromantic and heterosexual

•being demisexual and heteromantic

•being demiromantic and heterosexual

things that are good and valid

•being asexual and heteromantic

•being aromantic and heterosexual

•being demisexual and heteromantic

•being demiromantic and heterosexual

[books-n-quotes]

I’m not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.

John Green, Paper Towns

[books-n-quotes]

“It is the things you cannot see coming that are strong enough to kill you.”

— Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper

[ravnoyne]

Owen: Bottom line is, even if you see them coming, you're not ready for the big moments. No one asks for their life to change, not really. But it does. So, what are we, helpless? Puppets? Nah. The big moments are gonna come, you can't help that. It's what you do afterwards that count. That's when you find out who you are.

[plushiedefender]

me, gently pulling my consciousness back into my body: please keep your arms and legs inside the ride at all times

[books-n-quotes]

Thank God we can’t tell the future. We’d never get out of bed.

Tracy Letts, August: Osage County

[datmars212-blog]

Androgyny

That moment when you look at someone and think: I have no fucking idea how you identify, but you are SO FUCKING SEXY.

[ravnoyne]

Laurie: Oh, it's just coffee.

Owen: Oh, no, no. This is liquid crack; this is a mug full of sunshine; my dear, for me, this is like sex.

Laurie: Oh! Is that why you always finish so quickly?

[ravnoyne]

Reyna: We'll have to cut down on expenses. What can we live without?

Fen: Probably Owen and Astrid.

Reyna: That's a good start.

Owen: Huh. Well that makes the things I was gonna cut irrelevant.

[ravnoyne]

Owen: Laurie, if you're so scared, why did you insist on sitting up front?

Laurie: It was the only seat with a seat belt.

Owen: Which will come in handy when we hit the water at 180 miles per hour.

Laurie: What?

Owen: Which will not happen.

[ravnoyne]

Owen: I'm gonna ask you to go out with me tomorrow night. And I'm kinda nervous about it, actually. It's interesting.

Laurie: Oh! Well, if it helps at all, I'm gonna say "yes."

Owen: Yeah, it helps. It ... it creates a comfort zone. ... Do you wanna go out with me tomorrow night?

Laurie: [slaps forehead] Oh! I can't!

Owen: Well, see, I like that you're unpredictable.

[intense-suggestion]

There are some things you cannot control, and I am at least three of them.

[ravnoyne]

Owen: [rubbing his head] What did you hit me with?

Fen: Nothing. My hand. [moves a wooden baluster off to the side with his foot]

[some time later, Owen tries to put on his hat and winces]

Owen: [accusingly] That was not your hand.

Fen: No, it wasn't.