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Somehow, me and my dogs ended up going by the same nicknames. Which ended up being quite a few
I like the stars. It’s the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they’re always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend… I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don’t last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend.

Neil Gaiman

Destruction, in Sandman #48: “Brief Lives:8”

(via fleurstains)

   

“You know I love you, right?” The urge to kiss her goodbye was so strong that I almost broke our rules.

She smiled, beautiful and golden in the late morning light. “Not as much as I love you.”

“Oh, man. This is my dream come true: having an ‘I love you more’ debate. Here, I’ll start. I love you more. Your turn.”

Sydney laughed and opened the door. “I’ve taken debate classes. You’d lose to my logic.”

Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart    
Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet    
There used to be days that I thought I was okay, or at least that I was going to be. We’d be hanging out somewhere and everything would just fit right and I would think ‘it will be okay if it can just be like this forever’ but of course nothing can ever stay just how it is forever.
Nina LaCour, Hold Still    
Cruelty and fear shake hands together. An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man’s entire existence.
Honoré de Balzac    
All monsters are scared. That’s why they’re monsters.
Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane (via galin-a)    
There is the obvious contradiction that feminism often means the refusal to be feminine.
G.K. Chesterton (via confessionsofsomeoneanonymous)    
She said he looked better. He insisted it wasn’t true. Then both were silent. They ate carefully—lonely people no longer astonished by their loneliness.
Henry H. Roth, Boundaries of Love, and Other Stories    

Here are some lines written by students in grades 3rd-6th:


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[Writing about a family member’s recent death]


The life of my heart is crimson.

My brother went down
to the river
and put dirt on.

Away went a dull winter wind
that rocked harshly, and bent you said,
‘Father, father’.

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[writing about a terminal illness]


I am feeling burdened
and I taste milk……
I mumble, ‘Please,
please run away.’
But it lives where I live.

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The owls of midnight hoot like me
shutting the door to nothing.


I have provisions. Binary muffins.
It’s an in/out/in/out kind of universe.
We cannot help you,
this is a universe factory.
A sound of rolling symbols.
Disappearing rocks, screams of lizards.
Sanity must prevail. Save vs. Do Not.


I, the star god,
take bones from the
underworlds of past times
to create mankind.

Girls aren’t beautiful, they’re pretty. Beautiful is too heavy a word to assign to a girl. Women are beautiful because their faces show that they know they have lost something and picked up something else.
Henry Rollins, Smile, You’re Traveling: Black Coffee Blues Part 3