ginger. mormon. nerdighter. iowan. INFJ. romantic. granola. linguist. reader. dreamer. traveler. arts appreciator. 
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american. 20. Ren.
ON HIATUS UNTIL 2014

aseaofquotes:

— Emily Dickinson

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best love story ever told

(Source: paradisum)

siminiblocker:

In honor of that whole Valentine’s thing…

Augustus Waters and Hazel Grace Lancaster from The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. 

Finally got my copy after having sent it to the wrong address (blast!) and read it this week. Such terribly lovable characters and beautiful writing. Thank you Mr. Green. 

Blog.

something old
something new
something borrowed
something blue 

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 sleep right through the alarm and forget to get you up for work. Or call you home from work to kill a spider. Or refuse to speak to you after finding out you’ve never seen To Kill A Mockingbird. Or spend the last of the rent money on five kinds of soap. Or sell your textbooks for cash halfway through the semester. Or leave you love notes in your pockets. Or wash you pants with Post-It notes in the pockets so your laundry comes out covered in bits of wet paper. They might cry if the Post-It notes are unread all over your pants. It’s an unpredictable life.

But what happens if a writer falls in love with you?

This is a little more predictable. You will find your hemp necklace with the glass mushroom pendant around the neck of someone at a bus stop in a short story. Your favorite shoes will mysteriously disappear, and show up in a poem. The watch you always wear, the watch you own but never wear, the fact that you’ve never worn a watch: they suddenly belong to characters you’ve never known. And yet they’re you. They’re not you; they’re someone else entirely, but they toss their hair like you. They use the same colloquialisms as you. They scratch their nose when they lie like you. Sometimes they will be narrators; sometimes protagonists, sometimes villains. Sometimes they will be nobodies, an unimportant, static prop. This might amuse you at first. Or confuse you. You might be bewildered when books turn into mirrors. You might try to see yourself how your beloved writer sees youwhen you read a poem about someone who has your middle name or prose about someone who has never seen To Kill A Mockingbird. These poems and novels and short stories, they will scatter into the wind. You will wonder if you’re wandering through the pages of some story you’ve never even read. There’s no way to know. And no way to erase it. Even if you leave, a part of you will always be left behind. 

If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die. 

this is just the beginning.

fairytalemood:

“Book lovers never go to bed alone” by Nishe

(Source: serialstranger)

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aseaofquotes:

Douglas Adams, The Salmon of Doubt

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aseaofquotes:

Jean M. Auel, The Mammoth Hunters

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rosenkins:

It sucks when the person you are in love with is dead

It sucks when the person you are in love with is a fictional character

It sucks even more when the person you are in love with is a dead fictional character

aseaofquotes:

e.e. cummings, “I Carry Your Heart”

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