i AM PRETTY SURE A MAJORITY OF THE PEOPLE THAT i KNOW ARE MAGIC,,,,
sOMEONE HELP TO TEACH ME HOW TO GET MINE TO WORK!

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sOMEONE HELP TO TEACH ME HOW TO GET MINE TO WORK!
RDHA has added glazed volumes to an old limestone post office in Cambridge, Ontario as part of its transformation into a community centre wi
Books
What if humans never made books? There would be such a lack of knowledge… Lack of creativity… Like no one would know who George Washington,no one could dream of being a wizard or a demi God.no one would know who Martin Luther King Jr. Was or what the future could be because of the book a brave new world... we would be repeating and repeating what we have done in the past with out knowing it.... we wouldn't have this technology... instead of being where we are we might of had the technology of the 1800's... idk man whenever I think about this stuff it trips me out....
My mom took me shopping today and we spent the whole time in a book shop. I am really happy, I now have limited edition, leather bound, complete and unabridged copies of both Edgar Allen Poe, and H.P Lovecraft
A room without books is like a body without a soul.
Marcus Tullius Cicero
Yours truly, Lizzie
Without Books || Emmet and Mere || V7 W3 || Monday Eve
Meredith sat outside of the Petrelli School library, waiting for the doors to open. The lights were on, and it was only, what, six? Seven, she saw when she glanced at her wrist. Nonetheless, it should still be open.
Petrelli was the one place she felt moderately safe. No one here would vilify her for an ability, but she thought no one would at her home, either. Sighing, she sat back, and began to try and hold out the lights for a little bit longer. If she could get the orbs to stay, then she could try other things. Maybe non visual things.
Footsteps from down the hall broke her concentration, and she leaned to see where the sound was originating from. "Hey there." She said with a smile and wave.
Go home and think of your first husband divorced and your second husband killed in a jet and your third husband blowing his brains out, go home and think of the dozen abortions you've had, go home and think of that and your damn Caesarian sections, too, and your children who hate your guts! Go home and think how it all happened and what did you ever do to stop it?
Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury