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abigaillarson:

It’s that time of year! Support your local bookstores and spread the creepy cheer of neil-gaiman​’s All Hallow’s Read!

abigaillarson:

It’s that time of year! Support your local bookstores and spread the creepy cheer of neil-gaiman

I shiver, thinking how easy it is to be totally wrong about people, to see one tiny part of them and confuse it for the whole.
Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall (via howboutakiss)
nevver:

And then there were none - Dead at 65, Tommy Ramone

nevver:

And then there were none - Dead at 65, Tommy Ramone

Synonyms are weird because if you invite someone to your cottage in the forest that just sounds nice and cozy, but if I invite you to my cabin in the woods you’re going to die.

Michael Malkiewicz as Paul Brokovich, Practice Makes Perfect

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jennwitte:

broke a couple of sticks of chalk on this one

jennwitte:

broke a couple of sticks of chalk on this one

writingsforwinter:

You handle your body like a raincheck: useless now but maybe

you can save it for something better later.

You think of someone else, someone who used to love you, so often

that the phrase “jogging the memory” comes to mind;

wish your memory wouldn’t jog but run, run…

writingsforwinter:

Before you go any further, you need to read this. You need to know. I will love you with everything I have in me, but sometimes everything won’t be enough. It may even be very nearly close to nothing. But I will give it all I’ve got.

Listen to me. I will, in all…

When I get overwhelmed at social events:
We glory in fictional men whose moral compromises make them complex and interesting characters, blurring the line between “hero” and “anti-hero” into morally bankrupt irrelevance. We get the vapors over dark, brooding, gritty men. But when confronted with real, flesh-and-blood women who have had to make hard choices and whose moral scorecard includes more than a few red marks, suddenly, as if to guiltily make up for all those reruns of Mad Men or House of Cards, we barrage them with eye-for-an-eye invective.

londonvnewyork:

I love Jerry Seinfeld. So funny. Listen to this clip starting at 4:07.

"When we were kids, our parents didn’t give a damn about us. They didn’t even know our names! But when I think of the bedtime routine of my kids, it’s like the Royal Coronation Jubilee Centennial of rinsing and plaque and dental appliances and the stuffed-animal semi-circle of emotional support, and I have to read eight different moron books. You know what my bedtime story was when I was a kid? Darkness. That was my bedtime story."