“Seen conceptually, they probably are”
Probably shouldn’t have done this one on a study day
“Such tempestuous longing assails me.”
Normally I just check out these things and giggle to myself, but really, like… this is a music textbook. Page 35 should have notes on it, not a poem!
“He crouched on the floor.”
Good to know.
“Downtown, elderly ladies carry their houseplants out to set them on the fire-escapes, as if they were infirm relatives or boy kings.”
this is so fuckin hot
“The fact that a hotel could fail to be profitable astounds me.”
“I had always been exceptionally tolerant of West’s pursuits, and we frequently discussed his theories, whose ramifications and corollaries were almost infinite.”
C’mon Lovecraft you’re better than that.
“it’s only beginning”
It’s a Spider-Man comic.
“Well, if I’m going to catch me a speeding whirley-bird, there’s only ONE way to do it.”
“But perhaps I may be permitted to take this oppurtunity of explaining to you, a little more fully than I have hitherto hinted, something of the disabilities under which I have laboured to prudce the pages now open beneath your hand.”
“On the face of it argosy, an archaic term for ‘large merchant ship’, gives every appearance of being connected with the Argonauts, members of the crew of the ship Argo who sailed with Jason in quest of the Golden Fleece; but in fact the words are completely unrelated.”
My etymological dictionary gives me a hopeful message of boundless love.
“After the incident with the black gloves, two weeks passed without another attack.” (Dean R Koontz: Strangers)
“The rankest compound of villainous smell that ever offended nostril”
I just don’t know how i should feel about this…
“The wording of the curse can be very simple, just ‘I dedicate’ followed by the intended victim’s name, but sometimes it can be ferociously eloquent, as in the following example… [May burning fever seize all her limbs, kill her soul and her heart. O gods of the Underworld, break and smash her bones, choke her, let her body be twisted and shattered - phrix phrox.]”
I’M IN A ROOM WITH NO BOOKS!!!!
‘Gandalf, however, disbelieved Bilbo’s first story, as soon as he heard it, and he continued to be very curious about the ring.’
I’m confused, but I’m okay with it
“Having rock-star problems may be the closest thing I ever get to being an actual rock star”
so does this mean I’ll have groupies???
iTS aBOUT THE HOloCAuST and I get tHAT
“first, i smiled to myself and felt elate; but this fierce pleasure subsided in me as fast as the accelerated throb of my pulses.”
jane eyre what the fuck
If I reach to the front - ‘Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.’ - Thanks Shakespeare
If I reach to the left - ‘“I have seen those symptoms before,” said Holmes, throwing his cigarette into the fire.’ - Arthur Conan Doyle (Sherlock)
((“You can get through your life perfectly well without knowing what sugar tongs are.”
This miraculous sign will occur tomorrow. (The Bible)
"I’ll enter into the mystery" - One Thousand Gifts HaHaHa
Do you remember the kid of “Stuart Little”?
HOLD MY THIGHS NIGGA
What the fuck
WAIT ONE FUCKING SECOND
BECAUSE I HAD A CRUSH ON HIM THEN. AND, I APPARENTLY STILL DO! HaHaHa Hello handsome vampire loving boy!
By Kay, Editorial Assistant , The Debenhams Blog
“Here at Debenhams we believe that anyone can look fabulous in our range- which is why we’ve decided to break with Convention…
“Our Customers are not the same shape or size so our latest look book celebrates this diversity. We would be delighted if others followed our lead. Hopefully these shots will be a step, albeit a small one, towards more people feeing more comfortable about their boidies,’” said Ed Watson, Director of PR, Debenhams”
THIS IS AMAZING!!! <3
Threw my knee out. Strong enough to walk. No excuses. Going to get all the strength back that I can!! <3 Having my mom pick up a knee brace for me today, and I start tomorrow. Myth: Squats are bad for you knees. Quote the contrary. Study an anatomy book folks! <3 My son squats all the time! Strengthening his legs. Poor posture. Poor form. THAT is bad for your knees. Squats in fact. Are wonderful for strengthening the ligaments and muscles surrounding your knee.
I’ve decided the reason I keep having toe “restart” is because. I keep giving up on myself. But why. The yo-yoing back and forth from confident kick ass-er to unworthy. My whole life I’ve felt unloved. Unworthy. Un-beautiful. Even when I was the only girl in ninth grade with a steady boyfriend. The girls managed to tear me down because, you guessed it. I had boobs! Real boobs. And hips. Womanly, motherly, hips! Attributes I look back on and adore about myself. Now, it’s my babies father. Who bolted. Before the stretch marks and mommy boobs. Before the short hair. Now, no one. No man. Anywhere. But what have I gained over this life? Finally my parents are divorced. So I not only have one. But two homes. Who, by the way, are both happy! My son. Who is honestly! The delight the world the soul the innocent the perfection of this species. And, I have myself. Just me. Without negativity as a partner. Only as an inward demon. Before, it had a face, a name tag in the Freshman registration line. Now, just a shadow. A reverse shadow of myself. It is just about stopping. I have to just stop! Look at me! JUST ME! And realize, I love myself. That adoring who I am. Surpasses the superficial love of a person society makes me feel I need. Simply because he has a penis. This back and forth. Am I a lesbian. Am I straight? I don’t like penis but I like abs. Am I beautiful because I have short hair. Hating myself because it isn’t long enough to fit the marketing barbie? No. I love what I love. Which is alot of things. I dream of attending Coachella. Of getting a nose RING, not a stud. Despite the fact my whole family is against it. I dream of getting art, on my body, designed by the inspiration of another. A reflection of someone else’s soul. Simply to relate to man-kind as a whole. I dream of breathing in the mist of mountain tops and drinking saki in a slum somewhere. If a person cannot love that. I’m done dieting to be thin. I am ready. To eat colors. And textures. For fun! To move. For my soul! Not for my waistline. To live. For my life. And that. Is enough.