February 2012
27 posts
3 tags
Feb 29th
31,038 notes
3 tags
Feb 20th
43 notes
1 tag
Feb 20th
789 notes
1 tag
A Love Story →
Actor and comedian John Fugelsang shares the remarkable story of how his parents…a monk and a nun…met, fell in love, and went on to raise a family.
Feb 20th
5 tags
Feb 18th
5 tags
Feb 17th
2 tags
Lorna, I don't understand you.
evewithanapple: coopersdreams: (Bomb Girls) I have a difficult time sympathizing with Lorna. Give or take a few scenes, she’s just been incredibly unappealing and unlikable.  There’s nothing/no one that she stands for or is loyal to. What does she believe in —- anything at all? It bothers me how untrue she is to everyone around her and especially herself. … what? Lorna is INCREDIBLY loyal....
Feb 17th
11 notes
2 tags
Lorna, I don't understand you.
(Bomb Girls) I have a difficult time sympathizing with Lorna. Give or take a few scenes, she’s just been incredibly unappealing and unlikable.  There’s nothing/no one that she stands for or is loyal to. What does she believe in —- anything at all? It bothers me how untrue she is to everyone around her and especially herself.
Feb 17th
11 notes
6 tags
Feb 13th
3 tags
Feb 13th
5 notes
3 tags
Feb 12th
97 notes
2 tags
Feb 12th
5,342 notes
2 tags
I went to the International Antiquarian Book Fair today in Pasadena . IT WAS AMAZING. But I felt very young, very Asian, and very poor! But, oh, to have a collection. I sat in during a panel (Pat Morrison was hosting!) and some people were talking about books they owned that were in near mint condition and from the 1500s. FIFTEEN HUNDRED, FOR CHRISSAKE. The only antiquarian book I own is a...
Feb 12th
4 tags
“What if the terror a girl faces at twenty-one, when she must decide who she will...”
– The Feminine Mystique—Betty Friedan 
Feb 11th
111 notes
Feb 11th
214 notes
2 tags
Feb 11th
87 notes
2 tags
Feb 10th
9 notes
6 tags
Feb 10th
88 notes
2 tags
It is Marvelous to Wake Up Together
It is marvelous to wake up together At the same minute; marvellous to hear The rain begin suddenly all over the roof, To feel the air suddenly clear As if electricity had passed through it From a black mesh of wires in the sky. All over the roof the rain hisses, And below, the light falling of kisses. An electrical storm is coming or moving away; It is the prickling air that wakes us up. If...
Feb 5th
2 notes
5 tags
Feb 5th
Feb 4th
27 notes
Feb 4th
1,137 notes
5 tags
Feb 4th
2 tags
Feb 4th
1 note
Feb 4th
28 notes
2 tags
Feb 3rd
10 notes
4 tags
“I looked at the sky, at all the stars that were in it. More stars than seemed...”
– Fingersmith, Sarah Waters This book killed me. I picked it up along with some other books randomly at a sale at school, hardcover and no jacket, for a buck. No idea what it was about so I was in a sort of shock and awe through most of it — OMG VICTORIAN LESBIANS?! — OMG TWIST ?!?!...
Feb 3rd
1 note
January 2012
28 posts
3 tags
What happens if you fall in love with a writer?
karenfelloutofbedagain: Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex at three in the morning. Or make love at four in the afternoon. They might not sleep at all. Or they might...
Jan 30th
24,325 notes
5 tags
Jan 29th
3 tags
“I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please,...”
– Oh, Sylvia.
Jan 26th
6 tags
Jan 25th
3 tags
Jan 23rd
4 tags
Jan 23rd
7 notes
Jan 20th
7,431 notes
Jan 19th
95 notes
5 tags
Practicing by Marie Howe
I want to write a love poem for the girls I kissed in seventh grade, a song for what we did on the floor in the basement of somebody’s parents’ house, a hymn for what we didn’t say but thought: That feels good or I like that, when we learned how to open each other’s mouths how to move our tongues to make somebody moan. We called it practicing, and one was the boy, and we paired off—maybe...
Jan 19th
3 notes
3 tags
“Simone Weil says that when you really love you are able to look at someone you...”
– Excerpt from After the Movie, poem by Marie Howe
Jan 19th
1 note
3 tags
Jan 19th
4 tags
Jan 18th
Jan 18th
74 notes
Jan 18th
23 notes
2 tags
Jan 18th
5 tags
Jan 17th
747 notes
1 tag
Jan 16th
abwhoretion: I have a tab open of a picture of Harriett Tubman that I switch to whenever my parents walk in and think I’m doing homework. I think I’ve been doing it since fifth grade idk why they haven’t caught on I just stare intently at the picture until they leave.  Dying, laughing. 
Jan 15th
31,811 notes
6 tags
Jan 11th
4 tags
“This is love, to sit with someone you’ve known forever in a place you’ve been...”
– Daniel Handler -  Adverbs (Soundly)
Jan 11th
Jan 9th
5 tags
Jan 9th
4 tags
Jan 9th
8,362 notes