“What a miracle it is that out of these small, flat, rigid squares of paper unfolds world after world after world, worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet or excite you. Books help us understand who we are and how we are to behave. They show us what community and friendship mean; they show us how to live and die.” — Anne Lamott
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Author: seareigns
I am not in danger, Jorah. I AM THE DANGER.
Daenerys Targaryen, A Storm of Swords (via incorrectgotquotes)
Chiwetel Ejiofor photographed by Alan Clarke for Details Magazine
‘you’re saying things at me and i dont know how to respond’ a novel by me
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#SUCH AN IMPORTANT POST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #the idea of mindy loving danny for these little dumb things instead of the big sweeping romances she always imagines #like quiet and natural and everything love #instead of flowers and big romantic declarations on top of buildings #doesn’t it make you want to die???? #the answer is yes. i know the answer.
At least in prison and at least in death, you know, I wouldn’t be in fucking Bruges.
Your heart is like a dough, you shape it how you want
I can’t stop thinking of how that makes me want you at all
Now you’re playing all these games, that I don’t know how to playKilling off the sparrow
Howling like a wolf, poisoning the arrow
I dream’d this mortal part of mine
Was Metamorphos’d to a Vine;
Which crawling one and every way,
Enthrall’d my dainty Lucia.
Methought, her long small legs and thighs
I with my Tendrils did surprise;
Her Belly, Buttocks, and her Waist
By my soft Nerv’lits were embrac’d:
About her head I writhing hung,
And with rich clusters (hid among
The leaves) her temples I behung:
So that my Lucia seem’d to me
Young Bacchus ravished by his tree.
My curls about her neck did crawl,
And arms and hands they did enthrall:
So that she could not freely stir,
(All parts there made one prisoner.)
But when I crept with leaves to hide
Those parts, which maids keep unespy’d,
Such fleeting pleasures there I took,
That with the fancy I awoke;
And found (Ah me!) this flesh of mine
More like a Stock than like a Vine.__
The Vine, Robert Herrick, (1591-1674)
So this is pretty much my dream weekend getaway type of place.
Same.
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