Bad mood averted.
Randomly got another follower. Happy day thank you sir!
It should be noted...
That suddenly remembering how hard you fell for your ex is not fun. It fucking hurts. I may still have feelings for him. I shouldn’t be this mad at him. But I spent long enough blaming myself. Am I a bad person for hoping he was hurt as much as I was? If not, I’m know I’m a bad person for praying he was hurt even worse.
tiffanyepiphany: You are walking with a boy down the road to your house. He tries to put his arm around your waist, But you flinch a little in surprise and he retreats. You are walking with a boy down the road to your house. He pauses mid-sentence to push your hair away from your eyes, And you only smile shyly. You are walking with a boy down the road to your house. He sees you shiver and...
A truly good book teaches me better than to read it. I must soon lay it down,...– Henry David Thoreau
Libraries and I have a love and hate relationship.
I love the library. I walk in, wander around, and grab anything that catches my interest. Today I got: V For Vendetta Good Omens Stardust Airman Dark of the Sun Son of a Witch The Various Haunts of Men I went in not thinking of any of these books, but merely saw them and knew I wanted to read them. I hate the library when I do go in with books in mind and they’ve either overdue or...
I would be most content if my children grew up to be the kind of people who...– Anna Quindlen
Had some wine tonight!
I love a play’s opening night. Also, I didn’t miss a line or leave character. Win!
The play I’m in opens up. And as soon as that one ends the next one begins. So I’ll be gone basically every night for the next two weeks. That’s fourteen days. What does this mean for my book reviews? I’m going to post the cover and a quote from every book in a series of books I have, starting with the last and counting down, then reviewing it when I get to the first day....
Second hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in...– Virginia Woolf
I’ll have a boyfriend. My parents will stop thinking this is a “phase”. My friends will stop believing I’ll go to hell. I’ll get actual dance lessons. …And while I’m dreaming, I want a rocket ship.
I'm not in a book mood tonight.
A friend and I spoke today. He was one of two people I knew in person that was ok with me being gay, because they both were too. He told me my parents both asked him to speak with me so I knew it wasn’t good news. He tells me he’s had a change of heart: he’s still attracted to guys, but he “knows” it’s a sin now so he won’t act on it. He said he still...
books are the key to my heart.
benjamintombstone: and my pants. Look at that, I happen to have a few hundred keys. Care to get started? =P
I want to watch a movie.
I should buy Little Nemo: Adventures in Slumberland. Great movie. …I want a flying squirrel too. I’ll name him Icarus!
Marble Hornets →
Now I normally wouldn’t posting this. But I found it when reading up on paranoia. Damn it, looks like I won’t be sleeping tonight. Or ever.
I have reached my first checkpoint.
I hit the double digits with followers. Thank you all, y’all are wonderful.
The universe's most difficult question answered.
Q: What is love?
A: Baby, don't hurt me!
Medicine for the soul.– Inscription over the door of the Library at Thebes
So I just read some gay erotic fiction.
But it was more romance than smut. I was all teary eyed by the end. I really should stop reading stuff like that if I get so emotional every time.
One sure window into a person’s soul is his reading list.– Mary B. W. Tabor
No book review tonight.
I’m having a sucky time trying to sort things out right now. I’ll probably go take an hour long shower and attempt to lose myself in an Alex Cross book.
My books are a window, but not a door.
I miss henna tattoos. I miss exploring the tunnels beneath the town. I miss going to Wal-Mart in formal wear. I miss random boxing in the courtyard. I miss dancing to all hours of the night. I miss ice skating and building igloos and climbing to the top of buildings in the middle of the night after curfew. I miss sitting outside getting soaked in a thunderstorm. I’m going to move away one...
Show me the books he loves and I shall know the man far better than through...– S. Weir Mitchell
Bad Valentine's Day Poetry!!
I wrote all of these myself. I should totally write a book filled with these. Roses are generally red. Lilies are generally white. I hate this holiday. It fills me with spite. It’s true that many flowers are pretty, And I have many friends that are witty. But I’m laying here cold, With no one to hold, So I hate this holiday. It’s shitty. Lilies are white, Roses are red, But...
Valentine's Day Wish
As I said, here’s a short something I wrote a while back. I’d like to celebrate V-day like this one day. …I’ll need a boyfriend first though. ——- There’s something about this guy. Something that at first I couldn’t put my finger on, but as time goes on and I see more of him, I realize what it is: He is just too adorable and this trait never seems to go away. Even tonight as we...
No book review tonight, sorry.
I’ll make it up by posting a (very) short story I wrote along with tomorrow’s book. Also, Thriller is a fun dance to do.
Come, and take choice of all my library, And so beguile thy sorrow.– William Shakespeare, Titus Andronicus
Life is like a library owned by an author. In it are a few books which he wrote...– Harry Emerson Fosdick
I've become quite the gothic novel.
(via benjamintombstone) If you’re Gothic Fiction, I’m more Gothic Satire. I read too many novels and only imagine my life as tragic and mysterious, a la Northanger Abbey. Gotta love Jane Austin, haha.
My friends are entertaining. One day I'll write a...
Tiffany: I literally just chipped through four inches of solid ice with a railroad spike to get my car out of the parking lot... You can be impressed now.
Brandon: Tiffany, you are my hero. Marry me?
Brandon: That was easier than expected. It's because I know the Thriller dance, isn't it?
Tiffany: I mean... You asked.
Brandon: So you'll just marry whatever guy asks you? I'm hurt. I thought we had something special. I'm sorry, I can't do this. I'm calling off the engagement.
Tiffany: Dang it!...Why does this keep happening to me!?
People say that life is the thing, but I prefer reading.– Logan Pearsall Smith
I have to wonder, if my life was a book...
Just how many people would read it? I mean, I’m nothing special. Would I sit on a shelf and gather dust? Would I be that book that people use to level their couch? I’d like to say my life would be a book you couldn’t put down. Instead I think my life is a book somebody would open, read a few sentences, and put down to never think of again. And I can prove it: After reading this,...
Good as it is to inherit a library, it is better to collect one.– Augustine Birrell