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Masterpost of finding book recommendations

We all love getting book recommendations, but not everyone likes giving them. Not everyone has the TIME to give them. It seems the more popular you are, the more you’re asked for book recommendations. But sometimes, it just gets to be overwhelming with 15 messages in your inbox, all asking your recommendations. So I’ve compiled a list of bloggers that have book recommendations tags, or individual posts.

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I’m stopping there. I have to eat dinner now

anonymous asked:

Hey! What are some of your favorite the national lyrics?

We’re the heirs to the glimmering world

Ada I can hear the sound of your laugh through the wall

we’ll take ourselves out in the street and wear the blood in our cheeks like red roses

I’m not alone, I’ll never be

baby we’ll be fine, all we gotta do is be brave and be kind

Sorrow’s a girl inside my cake

Live on coffee and flowers, try not to wonder what the weather will be

I have your dreams and your teeth marks, all my fingernails are painted

You were right about the end, it didn’t make a difference

Joe I’ll always think of you as the kind of child who know this was never gonna last, Oh Joe you fell so fast

you know I dreamed about you for 29 years before I saw you

Oh, you wouldn’t want an angel watching over, surprise, surprise, they wouldn’t wanna watch
Another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults

Sometimes I can feel your weight when I close my eyes

I set a fire just to see what it kills

Things are tougher than we are

i got up, got in a car, I said “I don’t think I’m gonna go very far”, so just take me one time around the ballroom slow and take me home

you know you have a permanent piece of my medium sized american heart

but you can’t talk to people, right? you can’t tell a story. You’re tall, long legged and your hearts full of liquor and me and everybody are just ice in a glass

anonymous asked:

What's the point of life? I am so unhappy with myself and it's making it very hard to love others.

I spent 2 days trying to answer this normally. I wrote logical answers. I wrote stereotypical answers. I wrote safe answers. But I hated all of them. So I wrote this instead:

We are organic beings made up of bones and muscles and water and a brain and some other stuff.

The hard sciences tell us we have a number of purposes for life: we are here to reproduce; we are here to continue our evolution and further our species; we are here because we are a higher form of being that has developed a type of higher thought and out-survived our competition.

All the world religions have their own reasons for being: we are here because we were created to exist and live now; we are here to be good to one another and live good and moral lives; we are here because it was meant to be.

Regardless of which reason you think is most accurate, none of them explain how you are supposed to be happy.

So what do I think is the point of life?

I think we are a very selfish species who thinks far too individualistically. We have developed higher thought and are able to be self aware, but we seem to take that to mean we can only be aware of ourselves.

We are just one species out of millions, on one planet out of billions.

Think about that for a moment. There is so, so much more out there. There is more than what is in your city, or in your country, or on this Earth.

Our lives, our generation, our species’ existence, is just a small marker on the massive timeline of the universe. The point of life in general is far bigger than us and more than we can comprehend.

So what is the point of our individual lives?

I think we just need to be happy with whatever it is we are doing, and forget the rest. Find the thing you love more than anything else, and do it until you die. Chase your passions hungrily. Demand what you want out of life and don’t waste time doing something you hate.

Your life could be over at any moment. And even if you live to be 100 and die of old age, you’ve lived for 100 years out of billions. Living safe simply doesn’t make sense.

Somehow, it was decided that you were meant to be alive here and now.

Now do something with it.

anonymous asked:

why do you want to be called her/she?bc we all know youre a boy

If someone gives you pronouns

you fucking use those pronouns

get out of my face