Break me. Make me feel like I’m made of glass and shatter me to a million little pieces. Then walk all over me, your wrecked masterpiece, your work of art. Walk over me with your bare feet, that way I’ll cut into your flesh like you cut into my soul, cut into your skin and embed scars within you the same way you embedded scars within my heart.
Break me. Wreck me. Shatter me. Please. Break me. Then I’d have my chance, I’d finally get to hurt you like you hurt me. I can’t do it unless I’m broken. Only then can I cut you up.
Then one night, you’d go to bed, not a worry in the world…
And I’d watch you sleep.
I’d absorb that sweet sight of you, drink up the image of your final night of content sleep and carve it into my memory…then whisper heartbreaking words into the depths of your subconscious mind. I want to tell you I’m not real. I never really existed. I am a figment of your imagination. When you wake up you’ll think I was just a part of some beautiful dream you had. I’m not real. I don’t exist. You dreamed me up. And you will forever have to live with the heartbreak of being in love with someone who never existed.
And you will suffer forever, thinking that you felt pain over something that never truly happened. Because I lied to you in your sleep.
“Peter, Peter, in despair, are you all lonely deep down there?”
no mediocre sh!t, honest.
Literary Jukebox - Daily quote from a favorite book, thematically matched with a song
huge thanks to noura for this wonderful site.
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the final sentence - An evergrowing compilation of “final sentences” from every literary work, if we could find them all, that has ever existed.
Peter Pan Syndrome by A Al Katiba
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18 Nov 2012 / 8 notes / real arab talent text writing writings
The World by Reem Al Ashaikh
A rendering heaven created by thy God
A virgin ground with the two cleanest souls
Adam and Eve, they called them,
A land known to only purities miracles magic and peace
The waters sparkled, the animals untouched, wholesomeness embarked the souls
Little did they know it was too soon to prevail…
You did this! It was you! Without you, we were fine!
Spirits, religion, a once forsaken masterpiece
Turned to a hideous pint of waste
Abused, misused and taken for granted
O, but the fine treasures wilted away!
It was you! All your fault!
You say they are hidden knowing they are long gone
You say you are fixing it while purposely contradicting it
It was you! You did this!
Racism, pollution, sexism
The problems you created for a reason to find a defeat
It was you, you did this!
You say you’re against it; what does a sign prove, a t-shirt, a piece of speech
When you walk around prancing, mocking, poising, exploiting, killing
Where is your proof? You feed off these self-derived so-called blasphemies
Then you go on making them someone else’s misfortune
Murderer! You did this!
Endured life with a weight forgotten on your shoulders
How can you take depriving lives away from a right?
A purely beautiful planned massacre
It was you! You did this!
You disgust me… I pity you.
I disgust me… I pity myself
For it was I, I did this.
I turned the world – my world… into what it is today.
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"[…]I’d like to finish this essay by saying, I also want to be a soldier to make world a better place. Old people have damaged the world, now it’s up to me to fix it. You sure do behave badly. You ask me not to fight and yet, you don’t stop. You ask me to keep the planet clean? What about you? You do things that you’d punish me for doing. You tell me not to leave anything on my plate but you’re always throwing food away. You tell me killing is bad, and you never stop doing it yourselves. Because of you, the world has become a disgusting place. So, I don’t know what you’re complaining about. Everything I know, I learnt it from you."
De mayor quiero ser soldado (2010)
5 Nov 2012 / 1 note / quote text i want to be a soldier
“texter” by tim holman
a little javascript experiment that lets you explore your creativity by drawing with words. try it out here
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The Top 10 Writers Block Quotes
1. Writer’s block? I’ve heard of this. This is when a writer cannot write, yes? Then that person isn’t a writer anymore. I’m sorry, but the job is getting up in the fucking morning and writing for a living. ~Warren Ellis
2. I learned to produce whether I wanted to or not. It would be easy to say oh, I have writer’s block, oh, I have to wait for my muse. I don’t. Chain that muse to your desk and get the job done. ~Barbara Kingsolver
3. All writing is difficult. The most you can hope for is a day when it goes reasonably easily. Plumbers don’t get plumber’s block, and doctors don’t get doctor’s block; why should writers be the only profession that gives a special name to the difficulty of working, and then expects sympathy for it? ~Philip Pullman
4. I’ve often said that there’s no such thing as writer’s block; the problem is idea block. When I find myself frozen–whether I’m working on a brief passage in a novel or brainstorming about an entire book–it’s usually because I’m trying to shoehorn an idea into the passage or story where it has no place. ~Jeffery Deaver
5. You can’t think yourself out of a writing block; you have to write yourself out of a thinking block. ~John Rogers
6. There’s no such thing as writer’s block. That was invented by people in California who couldn’t write. ~Terry Pratchett
7. I haven’t had trouble with writer’s block. I think it’s because my process involves writing very badly. My first drafts are filled with lurching, clichéd writing, outright flailing around. Writing that doesn’t have a good voice or any voice. But then there will be good moments. It seems writer’s block is often a dislike of writing badly and waiting for writing better to happen. ~Jennifer Egan
8.Writer’s block doesn’t exist…lack of imagination does. ~Cyrese Covelli
9. Writer’s Block is just an excuse by people who don’t write for not writing. ~Giando Sigurani
10. Discipline allows magic. To be a writer is to be the very best of assassins. You do not sit down and write every day to force the Muse to show up. You get into the habit of writing every day so that when she shows up, you have the maximum chance of catching her, bashing her on the head, and squeezing every last drop out of that bitch. ~Lili St. Crow
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Angels by Russell Edson
They have little use. They are best as objects of torment.
No government cares what you do with them.
Like birds, and yet so human …
They mate by briefly looking at the other.
Their eggs are like white jellybeans.
Sometimes they have been said to inspire a man
to do more with his life than he might have.
But what is there for a man to do with his life?
… They burn beautifully with a blue flame.
When they cry out it is like the screech of a tiny hinge;
the cry of a bat. No one hears it …
This past weekend Bill Nye the Science Guy did an Ask Me Anything on Reddit. For those of you that do not understand Reddit, or don’t feel like reading through sarcastic responses, I present to you my favorite moments from this AMA.
Bill: Everyone you will ever meet knows something you don’t.
Q: Where do you get your bow ties from?
Bill: When you see one you like, just buy it. If it’s good lookin’, someone is right behind you ready to snap it up. I find them at Nordstrom (the store and Rack). I have a couple dozen that Beau Ties of Vermont made into bows from straight ties with intriguing patterns. Astronomy2Go is a good source thereof. Right now, I’m diggin’ the slimline with arrow points. Ahh…
Q: If you could do anything else as a profession that doesn’t involve science (not that you should), what would it be?
Bill: You stumped me. What profession doesn’t involve science? Lumberjack? Plenty of science. Bus driving? Hope you have a sense of momentum, torque, traction, and the passage of time. For me, science rules.
Q:would you consider ever doing new episodes of “Bill Nye The Science Guy?
Bill: Yes, yes. But, it would have to be with the right producers, and it would have to be a less unfavorable contract. I put my heart and soul into that thing; everybody on the crew did. It was a unique time in TV history. It was exciting to be part of it. Let’s change the world.
Q: Would you ever consider doing it independently, on YouTube or on its own site?
Bill: Stay tuned ;-)
Q: Do you and Neil deGrasse Tyson hang out regularly? If so, what do you talk about?
Bill: Astrophysics, the business of television, baseball, wine, and women.
Q: what is your favorite episode of “Bill Nye The Science Guy”?
Bill: When you get that job as a professional dancer on Broadway. I recommend you never say (or reveal) who your favorite partner is. Plus, that may change with time. And so it is with the Science Guy show. There is something in every episode that I just love.
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from “Notes to Six-Grade Self” by Julie Orringer:
When it is time for the boys to pick, do not bite your hangnails. Do not pull at your skirt. Watch how Patricia and Cara lean together and whisper and laugh, as if they don’t care whether or not they get picked. Watch how Miss Miggie brings her arms together, like a parting of the Red Sea in reverse, to start the picking. The boys will push off with their shoulder blades and make their way across the floor. Do not make eye contact! If you make eye contact you will drown. Do not, whatever you do, look at Eric Cassio. You do not care which one of those other girls he picks. You know it will not be you.
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