-
They left the court and I followed them into the clubhouse, where the man stepped into the bathroom, returning ten minutes later with a bright red ring around his ass. Here, I thought, was a real nudist. There was a tuft of toilet paper, just slight, clinging to his bottom, and when the woman pointed it out to him, he ran his hand along his crack and casually shrugged, as through it were no more significant than a dab of mayonnaise on his lip.
David Sedaris, Naked (via pitywitty)Posted on January 22, 2012 via billy.lee with 2 notes
Source: pitywitty
-
She was strong. She didn’t take no shit from nobody.
The Help by Kathryn Stockett (via eatmyheart03)Posted on January 21, 2012 via ... In A Hopeless Place with 5 notes
Source: lepandabearx3
-
We are who we pretend to be, so we must be careful who we pretend to be.
Mother Night, Kurt Vonnegut (via jawcelyn)Posted on January 20, 2012 via sérieuse. with 6 notes
Source: jawcelyn
-
Finally, a young woman approached who was not dressed in black. She had a vessel on her shoulder, and her head was covered by a veil, but her face was uncovered. The boy approached her to ask about the alchemist.
At that moment, it seemed to him that time stood still, and that the Soul of the World surged within him. When he looked into her dark eyes, and saw that her lips were poised between a laugh and silence, he learned the most important part of the language that all the world spoke—the language that everyone on earth was capable of understanding in their heart. It was love. Something older than humanity, more ancient than the desert. Something that exerted the same force whenever two pairs of eyes met, as had theirs here at the well. She smiled, and that was certainly an omen—the omen he had been awaiting, without even knowing he was, for all his life.Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist. (via bestisyet2come)Posted on January 18, 2012 via Waking up the Stars;; with 16 notes
Source: bestisyet2come
-
If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear!
Frankenstein; or the modern Prometheus. (via avaarcher)Posted on January 17, 2012 via AVA ARCHER with 9 notes
Source: avaarcher
-
The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit.
Uglies (via confess-terfeld)Posted on January 17, 2012 via Confess-terfeld with 31 notes
Source: confess-terfeld
-
Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!Lewis Carrol, Through the Looking Glass (via towakesleepingdogs)Posted on January 16, 2012 via with 11 notes
Source: towakesleepingdogs
-
‘Science has now known sin.’ And do you know what Father said? He said, ‘What is sin?’
Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., Cat’s Cradle -
Have you any idea
How long a night can last, spent
Lying alone and sobbing?The Mother of the Commander Michitsuna -
I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving fully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.
Sylvia Path (The Bell Jar)
