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Seven Minutes In Heaven / 4k

By Canadianlarrie

It’s musty, it's confined and its where lost musical instruments go to die. It also happens to be where Harry and Louis are currently standing after being forced into the alcove under the basement stairs at Niall’s house for Seven Minutes in Heaven.

First kisses rarely happen as imagined – they’re awkward, ill-timed and sloppy af.

The one where Harry and Louis kiss and the whole thing’s kind of a hot glorious mess.

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The air was grassy, with a hint of flowers and earth, and the warm, sweet outbreath of the day sighed gently into our hair and over our skin.

Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman

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Nicholas St. North and the Battle of the Nightmare King

Nicholas St. North and the Battle of the Nightmare King

The Guardians: Book One by William Joyce and Laura Geringer “At that moment a young moonbeam shot down from the sky and through the window. Like all beams, it had a mission: Protect the children.” (Joyce,2). Chapter One

I first read William Joyce’s The Guardians back in 2012 when Dreamworks’ Rise of Guardians, inspired by his The Guardians of Childhood series, premiered. I loved the movie, so…

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The Land of Green Ginger | Eight Chapter

The Land of Green Ginger by Noel Langley “The moon was a bright as new cheese now, and they could see every detail of the Land of Green Ginger quite clearly” (Langley, 89).

Wow! This section was a lot of fun. All the magical and exciting stuff finally appears. Yay!

In the eighth chapter, Abu Ali, Boomalakka Wee and the Mouse find the Land of Green Ginger! Well, technically it finds them. They’re…

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Billy walked... into an open darkness under an India-ink sky in which stars seemed to float, seemed to tremble.

Dean Koontz, Velocity

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A final description of America in 1947 by a French existentialist philosopher, public intellectual, political activist, feminist theorist and social theorist after a four month visit to the country:

"The Spanish moss and the springtime azaleas with their leaves shed by the autumnal rains, the lilylike brides at the street corner where the forgotten men beg, the stuffed coyotes, the bronze heroes, the ochre pueblos, the prefabricated houses scattered on the edge of the salt desert, the dark faces with hate-filled eyes, the varnished wood farmhouses in teh shade of red maple trees, the laughing college girls, the cowboys in their rough boots... what a bric-a-brac there is in the dusty attic where spiders are beginning to weave their webs."

- America Day by Day, Simone de Beauvoir (Page 390)

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