And above all, watch with glittering eyes the...
lynnmichaela: -Roald Dahl
Write a wise saying and your name will live on forever.– Anonymous
luckyshirt: A priest, a rabbi, and a minister walk into a bar. The bartender says, “What can I get you fellas?” The priest says, “We’re just looking for the convention center.” The bartender gives them directions, and they leave. The duck at the end of the bar puts down his banjo and says, “That seems like it could have been a lot funnier.” The bartender says, “It could have been. But the...
18 Steps to Becoming a Writer
writemylove: Step One: Decide you’re going to write a story. Step Two: Decide it’s going to be brilliant. Imagine the response of your [teacher, classmates, reading group, agent] and how it will completely change the way they look at you. Step Three: Open up Microsoft Word. Step Four: Stare at the blank white screen stretching on into infinity until your eyes begin to burn and your brain...
Which pompous, opinionated, prudish, puritanical, pretentious, sententious,...– Poor Phraser: THESAURASS
Anne Hathaway was raised a Catholic with what she...
mynameiselly: Four for you, Anne Hathaway. You go Anne Hathaway, you go.
*sigh* Now I’m going to have to go online, and look at turtles, or...– Michael Scott, The Office
Well, there's your problem.
I can’t exactly blame you for saying what you say, but you can’t exactly blame me for not knowing what you think. That should make sense to you. If not, then we’re even further from being on the same page. You can’t just be scared to open your mouth and speak, because if you don’t I’ll never hear you. And if you do please use your voice and not your fingers...
slip into this forgotten aria.
rain glosses over lips like unintended lies, fingertips asleep upon lacquered wood. check under these lashes and you’ll find dry eyes… the trick lies in feeling only what you should. safe from the thunder beneath song and ink, stretch your breath, duck around the lens, free to waste your words on what you don’t think, and drip until you start to mend. but fall into this recycled...
If roses are red, and violets are blue…then what the hell is the color...– Ryan Higa
Love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.– I can’t remember where I found this. I just remember that it’s been with me for a while.
I hope you know
that I can’t promise you anything. I can’t tell you for sure that I love you, because actually, I don’t and I don’t think I ever will. I like you. You know that. I like you quite a lot. Just not with a burningcravingfreefalling sort of feeling. And stuff sticks to me. Stuff like first love, and that’s not something I can help. I’m sorry, but I can’t...
Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding...– ~KaramNatour on deviantArt. I’m totally aware that he probably didn’t come up with this either, but this is where I found it first…
Am I in love obsessed addicted? What are you...
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somebody tell me why I did this? I’m now officially a member of another online social media that will eat NOM ON MY LIFE. . . …yay! :D