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db8ddaf It was good to be hugged. Even by a monster. monster vulnerability Holly Black
f32ba0e You think I don't deserve him," I say to Cardan. He smiles slowly, like the moon slipping beneath the waves of the lake. "Oh no, I think you're perfect for each other." fair-folk fantasy holly-black jude tcp the-cruel-prince Holly Black
786f691 He continues looking at me in this strange way, as though he's never seen me before or as though he thought he might never see me again. Holly Black
1c22f74 No one is so thoroughly superstitious as the godless man Harriet Beecher Stowe
9586184 Really, just looking around, you feel a twinge of pity for the poor souls who succeeded in getting past the Pearly Gates. One can't help but picture the lackluster VIP lounge in Heaven, a kind of nonalcoholic ice-cream social starring Harriet Beecher Stowe and Mahatma Gandhi. Hardly anyone's idea of a "with-it" social register." Chuck Palahniuk
1f173e0 Have not many of us, in the weary way of life, felt, in some hours, how far easier it were to die than to live? The martyr, when faced even by a death of bodily anguish and horror, finds in the very terror of his doom a strong stimulant and tonic. There is a vivid excitement, a thrill and fervor, which may carry through any crisis of suffering that is the birth-hour of eternal glory and rest. But to live, to wear on, day after day, of mean,.. Harriet Beecher Stowe
fa0d69a I want it to be better than okay. You deserve better than okay. love swoon-worthy Tammara Webber
564ea6b there's not a boy on the planet worth this amount of angst. I know; I used to be one Tammara Webber
b591a9c ME: You 're a sick girl. ERIN: Guilty as charged. :) Tammara Webber
9ef1953 El amor no es la ausencia de la logica Pero la logica examinada y recalculada Calentada y curvada para adaptarse Dentro de los contornos del corazon. Tammara Webber
cf5094d Let me tell you girls a story, short and sweet. In high school, I was a junior varsity cheerleader dating a senior who was up for football scholarships. I'd slept with him several times willingly. One night I wasn't in the mood, but he was. So he held me down and forced me. The few people I told about it - including my best friend - pointed out what would happen to him if I told. They stressed the fact that I hadn't been a virgin, that we w.. Tammara Webber
7100a6f But I'll say this, if what looks like the facts of the matter are conflicting with your feelings, then you need more information before deciding Tammara Webber
5ec7049 I bet the pill is harder to get than drugs--which shows how screwed up this world really is! go-ask-alice Beatrice Sparks
a063755 We know we need, and so we acquire and eat and eat, past the point of bodily fullness, trying to sate a greater need. Ashamed of this, we turn skeletons into goddesses and look to them as if they might teach us how to not-need. Marya Hornbacher
589a084 Repeat the good. And the bad. Do it all...and pile on the years. life-lessons theme Natsuki Takaya
5766f63 Everytime you fall down or take the wrong path, it isn't wasted. You will surely develop and grow over time. Natsuki Takaya
d9af61c Tohru: Shigure is always smiling. But, I wonder if I gave him some problems with my request. Yuki: The only ones who can truly understand what Shigure is thinking is Hatori and... a few other people. Someone has said this before. It is said that he is like a "tide..." A tide that carries you away when you get too close to it. The tide touches your feet... But when you reach down to touch it, it will have already departed. It is within your .. shigure yuki-sohma Natsuki Takaya
4f5203d Everybody who flashed the signs of loyalty he took to be loyal. Everybody who flashed the signs of intelligence he took to be intelligent. And so he had failed to see into his daughter, failed to see into his wife, failed to see into his one and only mistress--probably had never even begun to see into himself intelligence know-thyself loyalty social-intelligence Philip Roth
76fe415 Acel ce-si strange lacom iubita-n brate pare Un muribund ce-n taina mormantul si-l dezmiarda. Charles Baudelaire
90209fa Abolishers of the soul (materialists) are necessarily abolishers of hell, they, certainly, are interested. At all events, they are people who fear to live again--lazy people. lazy soul Charles Baudelaire
d115d67 Que j'aime voir, chere indolente, De ton corps si beau, Comme une etoffe vacillante, Miroiter la peau! Sur ta chevelure profonde Aux acres parfums, Mer odorante et vagabonde Aux flots bleus et bruns, Comme un navire qui s'eveille Au vent du matin, Mon ame reveuse appareille Pour un ciel lointain. Tes yeux ou rien ne se revele De doux ni d'amer, Sont deux bijoux froids ou se melent L'or avec le fer. A te voir marcher en cadence, Belle d'aban.. poems snakes Charles Baudelaire
92c0a0b The devil's finest trick is to persuade you that he does not exist. devil evil Charles Baudelaire
7302e89 Mothers weep and Sons be dumb your brothers and children murder the beautiful yellow bodies of Indochina in dreams invented for your eyes by TV Allen Ginsberg
caa26e8 Brainwash cried Romney, the Governor of Pollution Allen Ginsberg
d31e1db all Revolution and Consumption, Manufacture and Communication Allen Ginsberg
2c649f1 Angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night Allen Ginsberg
991b612 Don't you see that I cannot be composed, I cannot reconcile myself, because there is no other reality but loneliness for me and before I am dragged back into isolation I will clasp and grasp and claw in fright even at you without consciousness--even I--and I am afraid that I cannot survive if I have to go on into myself. Allen Ginsberg
c0dfc9a I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating ja.. Allen Ginsberg
77a9254 who wept at the romance of the streets with their pushcarts full of onions and bad music, who sat in boxes breathing in the darkness under the bridge, and rose up to build harpsichords in their lofts Allen Ginsberg
d2dc40f The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy! The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and hand and asshole holy! Allen Ginsberg
be9bfb9 There is a god dying in America already created in the imagination of men made palpable for adoration: there is an inner anterior image of divinity beckoning me out to pilgrimage Allen Ginsberg
0a6ff4c Soul identical to each to each... look in my eyes and speak to yourself, that makes me everybody's lover Allen Ginsberg
3c23b06 senseless, senseless coughs of emotion these-states Allen Ginsberg
cfcaa44 I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked... who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts... Allen Ginsberg
a513880 Television concentrates its blue flicker of death in the frontal lobe Allen Ginsberg
37f3bf8 Hairy Mammal whaddya want Allen Ginsberg
e7bdecd with my fucking suave manners and knowitall, eyes, and mind full of fantasy - the Me! that horror that keeps me conscious, in this Hell of Birth & Death Allen Ginsberg
36d63fb Electric Networks spread fear of murder on the streets Allen Ginsberg
0969966 enraptured in hypnotic war Allen Ginsberg
ca99770 The Package is the Product, onomatopoeticized Allen Ginsberg
baf7dd0 Who can prophesy peace, or vow Futurity for any but armed insects Allen Ginsberg
01d61bc now the Great Fear's rolled round the world and washes over Newspaper Grey air Allen Ginsberg
548dbc8 Steak swallowers zonked on Television! Allen Ginsberg
4825c2f saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz Allen Ginsberg