A. JONES AND SCHOLASTIC DEBAUCHARY: A BLOGOSPHERE


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A village in India plants 111 trees every time a baby girl is born

deafmuslimpunx:

via Micropixie / The Hindu

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kamigarcia:

“The struggle is part of the story.” #writetip #amwriting

kamigarcia:

“The struggle is part of the story.” #writetip #amwriting

I stayed in bed for over an hour
looked at things on my phone
I felt slightly anxious about nothing particular
I walked downstairs and poured coffee into a jar
I asked a person on the internet if I should take drugs
I took drugs before the person had time to respond

I feel alienated by people who express concern about me without
defining their concern in terms of a specific solution or goal
I dont feel comforted by the idea of an afterlife
I dont want to continue experiencing things after I die
I want someone to pull my hair because I like the idea of someone
controlling my head without touching my head

what is the difference between being an independent person
and being a person who is accepting of loneliness

“Today My Alarm Went Off at 12:30 p.m.,” Mira Gonzalez (via commovente)

minutelovestories:

Anne Sexton, The Kiss (an excerpt)

minutelovestories:

Anne Sexton, The Kiss (an excerpt)

(via violentwavesofemotion)

the cinnamon peeler's wife: I just want to lay on the floor in silence and not have to speak but...

commovente:

I just want to lay on the floor in silence and not have to speak but listen to other people speaking to me or at me or whichever makes them more comfortable. I get emails from political activist groups and the subjects are always along the lines of ‘are you fed up?’ and i don’t think they’re…

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I am… immortal.

I am… immortal.

(Source: books-are-my-passion, via kamigarcia)

We work hard then play hard.

We work hard then play hard.

I knew when I said
I love you
that I was inventing a new alphabet
for a city where no one could read
that I was saying my poems
in an empty theater
and pouring my wine
for those who could not
taste it.

Nizar Qabbani, born on this day in 1923.

His mother, who was illiterate, sold her jewelry to raise money to publish his first anthology, Childhood of a Bosom(1948), and he went on to become the most popular Arab poet and to publish more than 20 books of poetry. Much of his poetry was influenced by the tragic deaths of two women he loved. When he was 15, his older sister committed suicide rather than be forced into marriage with a man she did not love, and he turned his attention to the situation of Arab women. He wrote romantic, sensual poems and poetry demonstrating the need for sexual equality and women’s rights. Many years later, in 1981, his second wife, an Iraqi woman, died during the Lebanese Civil War when the Iraqi Embassy was bombed. Qabbani was grief-stricken and frustrated with the political and cultural climate of the Arab world, and he lived in Europe for the rest of his life.

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(Source: writersalmanac.publicradio.org, via thelifeguardlibrarian)

That good life.

That good life.

Isabelle: No, you should totally bite me. The conflation between the vampire bite and sex is totally a literary archetype.
Simon: But I never fanged a girl before. I mean, I fanged Jace that one time, but I was all dizzy and we were on a boat-you know how wild cruises can get-and it meant nothing and he was honestly more into it than I was.
Isabelle: I believe it. Noted pervert, our Jace. Now, fang my brains out.
Hee! Glad you liked it. ;) Everyone else wrote BRILLIANT essays... and I guess I'm the noted pervert of the group...
Freshcut

Freshcut

Sarah Rees Brennan: Being an adult doesn’t mean you know what you’re doing with your life...

sarahreesbrennan:

Being an adult doesn’t mean you know what you’re doing with your life but it does mean that you can eat fruit loops at 3:30 in the morning and nobody can stop you.

A great truth.

I mean, I don’t like fruit loops, so I don’t eat them, and that’s where grown-upness lies. I think! Being…

(Source: thevices)

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