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Marie, 18, classy, sassy, smart ass-y. ENTP. Enthusiastic about the miracle of human consciousness, stories and anecdotes, stars and galaxies, philosophy, and certain fandoms. Highly opinionated chronic procrastinator. Just your average over-achieving aspiring anthropologist, really.

This is a compilation of things I like, and stuff I have written. Viewer discretion is advised.

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“Today was a very cold and bitter day, as cold and bitter as a cup of hot chocolate, if the cup of hot chocolate had vinegar added to it and were placed in a refrigerator for several hours.”

Lemony Snicket (via danseurs)

21 hours ago with 387 notes

“But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. The most grotesque and fantastic conceits haunted him in his bed at night. A universe of ineffable gaudiness spun itself out in his brain while the clock ticked on the washstand and the moon soaked with wet light his tangled clothes upon the floor. Each night he added to the pattern of his fancies until drowsiness closed down upon some vivid scene with an oblivious embrace. For awhile these reveries provided an outlet for his imagination; they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality, a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy’s wing.”

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via darkcanuck)

21 hours ago with 468 notes

andotherpoems:

Print. Write a Nerdfighter note on the back. Stick in books. Repeat.

DFTBA, Nerdfighteria.

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puzzlingcreativity:

The Joy of Books (by crazedadman)

OMG this is awesome I must go to this magic bookstore and stake it out at night. 

“I am a marionette pulled by unskilled fingers, pulled apart, inharmoniously dislocated; one arm dead, the other rhapsodizing in mid-air. I laugh, not when it fits into my talk, but when it fits into the undercurrents of my talk. I want to know what is running underneath thus punctuated by bitter upheavals. The two curents do not meet. I see two women in me freakishly bound together, like circus twins. I see them tearing away from each other. I can hear the tearing, the anger and love, passion and pity. When the act of dislocation suddenly ceases - or when I cease to be aware of the sound - then the silence is more terrible because there is nothing but insanity around me, the insanity of things pulling, pulling within oneself, the roots tearing at each other to grow seperately, the strain made to achieve unity.”

Anais Nin, House of Incest (via herlane)

1 day ago with 66 notes

“I cannot think it unlikely that there is such a total book on some shelf in the universe. I pray to the unknown gods that some man — even a single man, tens of centuries ago — has perused and read this book. If the honor and wisdom and joy of such a reading are not to be my own, then let them be for others. Let heaven exist, though my own place may be in hell. Let me be tortured and battered and annihilated, but let there be one instant, one creature, wherein thy enormous Library may find its justification.”

Jorge Luis Borges

Writer, poet, librarian.

(via thelifeguardlibrarian)

1 day ago with 42 notes

“Literature should not disappear up its own asshole, so to speak.”

Kurt Vonnegut (via beautyisanillusion)

1 day ago with 59 notes

“She didn’t like the hair extensions her stylist gave her, but she wasn’t the type to complain. She was in fact, the type to tip well for a service she was unhappy with. On the bus ride home, she hoped she looked majestic & cruel, though she knew — she knew! — she was merely a young woman with terrible hair. Was there anything worse?”

Edan Lepucki, writing for Cecil Castellucci’s Literary Diaspora project. Check out the whole project. Interesting stuff. (via thefeeling)

1 day ago with 53 notes

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The Amber Spyglass (His Dark Materials #3), by Philip Pullman

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The Amber Spyglass (His Dark Materials #3), by Philip Pullman

“There is divine beauty in learning. To learn means to accept the postulate that life did not begin at my birth. Others have been here before me, and I walk in their footsteps. The books I have read were composed by generations of fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, teachers and disciples. I am the sum total of their experiences, their quests. And so are you.”

Elie Wiesel (via troubled)

2 days ago with 515 notes

“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The trouble-makers. The round heads in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules, and they have no respect for the status-quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify, or vilify them. But the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”

Jack Kerouac (via dumbledoreisabamf)

2 days ago with 365 notes

“Love is a continual interrogation. I don’t know of a better definition of love.
(In that case, my friend Hübl would have pointed out to me, no one loves us more than the police. That’s true. Just as every height has its symmetrical depth, so love’s interest has its negative the police’s curiosity. We sometimes confuse depth with height, and I can easily imagine lonely people hoping to be taken to the police station from time to time for an interrogation that will enable them to talk about themselves.)”

Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting (via mymalegaze)

2 days ago with 63 notes

“Here I am: a bundle of past recollections and future dreams knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh.”

Sylvia Plath (via zuhairs)

3 days ago with 2,647 notes