Raise your hand if you’ve ever felt personally victimized by John Green

And now Emma’s talking about being charmed by Regina and hiding in closets and I don’t even know anymore. 

“That’s the whole trouble. You can’t ever find a place that’s nice and peaceful, because there isn’t any. You may think there is, but once you get there, when you’re not looking, somebody’ll sneak up and write ‘Fuck you’ right under your nose.”

The Catcher in the Rye, J.D. Salinger

FUCK

FUCK

FUCK!!!!

FUCK!!!!!!

OH MY GOD I JUST FINISHED “IF NOBODY SPEAKS OF REMARKABLE THINGS” AND IT’S SO GOOD AND IT’S BEAUTIFUL AND IT’S WONDERFUL

AND THE BACK PAGE SAID THE AUTHOR LIVES IN MY CITY AND I THOUGHT “OH HOW STRANGE HOW INTERESTING”

HE’S THE FUCKING PROFESSOR I WENT TO SEE LAST WEEK

HE’S THE MAN I ASKED ABOUT THE CREATIVE WRITING MA

HE’S THE ONE WHO WANTS ME TO WRITE

IM GOING TO CLAW MY OWN FACE OFF WHY DID I NOT FUCKING REALISE

“Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they'll make your soul impervious to the world's soft decay.”

—White Oleander, Janet Fitch

I just wanted to check one thing in AC Forsaken, so I opened it on the bookmarked page…

For a moment or so we lay opposite to each other, two wounded men. His lips were moving. Through a dark cloud of pain and grief I saw his hand reach for me.
‘Father -’ I said.

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“What else? She is so beautiful. You don't get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten. You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you.”

—Augustus Waters, The Fault In Our Stars

“People are like lice - they get under your skin and bury themselves there. You scratch until the blood comes, but you can't get permanently deloused. Everywhere I go people are making a mess of their lives. Everyone has his own private tragedy. It's in the blood now - misfortune, ennui, grief, suicide. The atmosphere is saturated with disaster, frustration, futility. Scratch and scratch - until there's no skin left. However, the effect upon me is exhilarating. Instead of being discouraged, or depressed, I enjoy it. I am crying for greater and greater calamities, for grander failures. I want the whole world to be out of whack, I want everyone to scratch himself to death.”

—Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

“'Say "Nevermore",' said Shadow. 'Fuck you,' said the raven.”

—Things I read from American Gods by Neil Gaiman

“My whole body buzzed like a microwave, except that microwaves don't buzz and my body doesn't plug in and make baked potatoes in ten minutes. What was I talking about?”

—Flannery Culp, The Basic Eight

Let's talk about what would actually happen in a sun-bleached desert world

Where solar radiation kills almost everything. 

As the world got hotter and the outside became more unlivable, those with access to shelter and the latest sun-protecting technologies would fare the best. The currently wealthy, who are pretty much white folks, would have the most protection. 

White people in power in government, noticing the plight of their fellow white people, would enact legislation in the for of entitlement programs for those with “sensitive skin”, allowing those with lighter skin swifter access to protection and care. 

As underground and large high-tech shelters started to be built, white people would recruit brown and black laborers, claiming their more natural defense against the sun as a reason they were more suited to the work. They would tell the dark skinned impoverished people that they had to work to access the shelter that the white people would take credit for building. 

When all of society went underground, those white people still around would remind all the black people that they would have died if it weren’t for the wealth, resources, and “generosity” of the white people, and to stop expecting handouts. 

“I find myself in a curious position,” said Henry after Abe had managed to pin him one night. “I feel rather like a rabbit that has taken a fox for its pupil.”
Abe smiled.
“And I like a mouse who has taken a cat for its tutor.”

Oh, just fuck already

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