a haiku about making pasta
god fucking dammit does it really take that long for water to boil
beellette: dad just said “there should be a netflix for books” five minutes later he shouted “THE LIBRARY”
You get a little moody sometimes but I think that’s because you like to read....– Pat Conroy, The Prince of Tides (via booksalon)
You give me wanderlust. And I am a hummingbird, wings beating like frantic heartbeats; I am jasmine flowers sticking out of ransacked hair and empty bedsheets, cold until you wait long enough, and we are a rainstorm. Frantic and soothing; soft noises from inside, bellowing stardust from outside; every noise a thundering pulse; every breath a shaking leaf. And as much as we are flying we are...
A Short Sweet Song
I can hear the bugs as they wander. I can see the wind moving around me. The music pumps through my viens. Crickets chirp. The world spins and turns. My heart beating faster and faster until I feel as if it’s going to pop right out of my chest. He grabs my hand as my heart beats on the inside of my chest for one last time. Then there is a moment of stillness. Time has frozen. The fire crackles as...
Writing Challenge! What is going on in this...
In honor of the show I was able to experience...
this next writing challenge will be a song from the soundtrack! :) If you can guess the show I will love you forever
It’s a weird feeling to see pictures taken of me from barely a year ago. It’s been about 7 months since I’ve started losing weight and just seeing a picture from June 2011 to September 2011 next to each other.. I’ve come a long way. Sorry about the personal spam, I’m just proud of myself~
This is torture to the worst degree.
So I’m in a 3D art class funded by “We Love Long Beach”, and the building is soon to grow and take over the entire lot around it. What’s in that lot? A really old book store named “Acres of Books”. There are hundreds of old books in there. What is the first project we’re doing in this art class? Re-purposing the books. I have to tear the books apart...
alaskaandabroad asked: Hi! I'm Kristina. I just started tumbling and found yours by googling literature tumblr's. I love a good quote and reading is my favorite so it's right up my ally. Just saw The Hunger Games at midnight last night. I almost think I'm getting too old for that (I'm not .... I'll be 24 in a few months. That's not too old, right?) but it was worth it. I live in Alaska...
Sweet Dreams by Bigelow tea?
I very much approve. And will be having a second cup. Anybody else drinking tea?
Stories never really end…even if the books like to pretend they do. Stories...– Cornelia Funke, Inkspell (via libraryland)
It's been awhile since I've done this,
but I would love to know who you are! Introduce yourself through my ask box? :) I don’t have to post it if you don’t want me to Come to me, I don’t bite~ http://whispering-literature.tumblr.com/ask http://whispering-literature.tumblr.com/ask http://whispering-literature.tumblr.com/ask
Things like this just make my day (nothing to do...
An old friend: Echo~! You're so skinny now~!
Me on the outside: Aw! Thanks for noticing!
Me on the inside: OMG WE SHOULD HANG OUT AND BE FRIENDS AND OMG I LOVE YOU, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE WHY DON'T WE WALK HAND IN HAND DOWN THE REST OF THIS HALLWAY
What I mean by an educated taste is someone who has the same tastes that I have.– Edward Albee
Sorry I've been gone!
School is insane and I keep hurting myself. Just yesterday I got two third degree burns and a two degree burn on my hand. I’m an idiot, but I love me. Read any good books since I’ve been gone?
I am in a state of mind where all I want to buy is...
thatunnamedfeeling-deactivated2 asked: lovely blog. have a great week, love!
Writing Challenge! What is going on in this...
‘Do you write novels?’ I said. ‘Novels, Lord no,’ she said. ‘I can’t even stay...– Pam Houston, “Waltzing the Cat” (via wwnorton)
A bookshelf is as particular to its owner as are his or her clothes; a...– Alan Bennett (via oreofarms)
It is hard to write happy. Happiness is shallow and doesn’t extend past the meeting of our basic needs. Sometimes I take pleasure in my sadness because in it, I find real and raw emotion. Nothing is fake about pain. Yet, within all of this, I discover my unabated love of emotion. And in that, lies my joy. Thus through my hurt and suffering is a beauteous love that I do not dare to question. It...
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Cold Day. - Music Writing Challenge
It’s a cold day. She’s sat opposite the school playground, and the sounds of children playing can be heard, just over the electronic blur of her music. It’s weird, that those days are only just behind her, in comparison to everyone else around her, that life she’s nurturing and holding in her hands, fragile, has only just begun- but, to her, it feels like forever....
I hear the bells ringing throughout the house I grew up in, annoying everyone with the time. My friends playing down the street, wind blowing through the neighborhood. It’s memories of my childhood in musical form. -Submitted by astoryofasoul