A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads only lives once ~George R. Martin Life isn't about finding yourself; it's about recreating yourself. ~George B. Shaw
“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.” ― Sylvia Plath
Tuesday is the oddball day between the horrific Monday and the wonderful Wednesday.
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse a persona che mai tornasse al mondo, questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero, senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
Makes me think of wit and Irish luck. (idk why . . .)
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads only lives once ~George R. Martin Life isn't about finding yourself; it's about recreating yourself. ~George B. Shaw
I picture my grandpa's little Zen pond in his backyard, but with these huge iridescent blue lilies growing in it instead of his lotuses and elephant-ear plants. The lilies' color is kind of like... aquamarine fish scales. Or a dragonfly's wings. You know, the big ones with the opaque wings and the big pincers? Really shiny and gorgeous and foil-like.
Nothing to see here, puny mortals. Move along.
"I’m always going to embarrass myself and I’m pretty comfortable with that now." — Misha Collins
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