Flowers are nice. Yes. But I think it is much nicer to sit in graveyards and read books aloud. The dead need to hear a good story from time to time. It’s the least we the living can do for them.
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"Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs. Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too. Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times. Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute - even when the waters get deep, and dark."
N’tima (via beatsandbrushes)
#fave
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"She kissed him in every language."
6-Word Story #89
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"Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It’s that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that’s what the poet does."
Allen Ginsberg
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"Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know."
John Keats
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"One strong cup of tea is better than twenty weak ones. All true tea lovers not only like their tea strong, but like it a little stronger with each year that passes — a fact which is recognized in the extra ration issued to old-age pensioners."
George Orwell’s 11 golden rules for how to make the perfect cup of tea, along with a rare recording of the author reading “one of the most controversial parts of all.”
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writing is safer, somehow
because my pen cannot stutter like my lips do,
and words get stuck in throats,
not fingertips, can’t stumble
on paper trails of blue lines
because writing is definite and clear
and no one can tell if i am crying
or laughing
through written words alone
(Source: childishnotions, via shutupandreadmeastory)
