no wonder i speak like a sailor.
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I think people are often quite unaware of their inner selves, their other selves, their imaginative selves, the selves that aren’t on show in the world. It’s something you grow out of from childhood onwards, losing possession of yourself, really. I think literature is one of the best ways back into that. You are hypnotized as soon as you get into a book that particularly works for you, whether it’s fiction or a poem. You find that your defenses drop, and as soon as that happens, an imaginative reality can take over because you are no longer censoring your own perceptions, your own awareness of the world. — Jeanette Winterson, The Art of Fiction No. 150 (via bookmania)
Everyone loves a weiner. This is on a really good client of mine who also has a love for Dachshunds, so we made him classy.
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Sometimes i feel as though no one really needs me at all.
What do i really have that makes me better than the rest.
My past is darkness, i lay in it at times.
Masochist is what i am.
Reminding myself of my terrors.
My shades of black.
It lingers.
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your face.
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i want these legssssssss
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Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day. — Charles Dickens, Great Expectations (via bookmania)
Critics are men who watch battles from high places, and at the end, come down to shoot the survivors.” Ernest Hemingway