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~ Saturday, January 21 ~
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It’s the gloomy things that need our help. If everything in the garden’s sunny, why meddle?
— Lady Sybil, Downton Abbey

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buriedinbooks:

There’s nothing better than reading with a warm and cozy dog beside you.


And it’s an Edward Gorey to boot!

buriedinbooks:

There’s nothing better than reading with a warm and cozy dog beside you.

And it’s an Edward Gorey to boot!


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~ Tuesday, January 3 ~
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To read is to fly: it is to soar to a point of vantage which gives a view over wide terrains of history, human variety, ideas, shared experience and the fruits of many inquiries.

 - A C Grayling, Financial Times (in a review of A History of Reading by Alberto Manguel)

Fuck yeah.

(Source: artthouwhatthouart)


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~ Sunday, November 20 ~
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I can only wish, fervently, to love and be loved like this, in my life.  This is a gorgeous, touching tribute to true love.  Wow.  So, so beautiful.

Tags: The Devotion Project More Than Ever Love True love Devotion LGBT rights aspire to be and do
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~ Wednesday, October 19 ~
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~ Saturday, October 1 ~
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Truth.

Truth.

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~ Tuesday, July 19 ~
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I know this dragon. This photo does not shock or awe me.
57thstreetbooks:

And, in closing, the dragon eating Ned Stark’s head.
Thanks to everyone who came and made the party such a success!

I know this dragon. This photo does not shock or awe me.

57thstreetbooks:

And, in closing, the dragon eating Ned Stark’s head.

Thanks to everyone who came and made the party such a success!

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~ Sunday, May 29 ~
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Here, one day, is a distraught man who describes how, while helping to dig in search of the living, he heard the distant cry of a little girl. “Don’t worry, honey, I’m getting there!” he called out, again and again, digging so frantically that his hands began to bleed. Then, suddenly, he was there. He uncovered a talking doll, and he wept.

Then he dug elsewhere, he says. This time he uncovered a dead girl, and he wept.

“When Everything Is Gone, Including a Sense of Direction,” New York Times May 28, 2011
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~ Tuesday, May 24 ~
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Tornadoes uncurling from the sky, whiskey burning down our throats. Catfish sandwiches and hushpuppies eaten at a check-cloth table at a country store. Thickets of poison ivy. Dead dogs and opposums. Meth-head run-ins. Washed-out roads and downed trees. Late night yarns about bloodkin revenge. Just another few days with Daniel Woodrell.
— Benjamin Percy, via Facebook
Tags: writing literature writers daniel woodrell benjamin percy desolate livin' down south awesomeness too much amazing for me to handle
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~ Friday, March 25 ~
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We might say that throughout the centuries two opposite tendencies have competed in literature: one tries to make the language into a weightless element that hovers above things like a cloud or better, perhaps, the finest dust or, better still, a field of magnetic impulses. The other tries to give language the weight, density, and concreteness of things, bodies, and sensations.
— ‘Lightness,’ Six Memos for the Next Millenium by Italo Calvino
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