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“Good boy helps turn the page.”

What book is this? It’s too chromatic for a lot of things but it’s not the Shostakovich preludes+fugues

It’s a weird Carlos Chavez book I found at the used bookstore. It’s really old!

These pieces are delightfully discordant and have a really modern feel to them. My favorite is probably No. 2, Vivace- although I can’t play it at tempo at all yet.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I've seen a lot of books you recommend for healing from toxic relationships, parents, and mothers, specifically. Do you know of any books that focus on toxic fathers?

Hey there, I’m sorry to say that I actually don’t know of any such books on that subject, which is really a shame considering how many of us have shitty fathers and could use some help dealing with it.

I know of this post suggesting some books, one of which is Why Does He Do That? which is geared towards domestic abuse victims but might be useful in understanding toxic fathers too. I did a search in Amazon books and found some titles that sound promising:

I can’t tell you if they’re any good, but you can check them out if they sound helpful to you. I’m sorry my answer took so long!


everything is growing — from “looking for alaska” by @johndarnielle; commission for @valerie2776

commission me! [ask] [email: audengranger@gmail.com]  

this was my actual first ever collage commission, it was such an incredible thing, i’m so appreciative

also pictured! the coloring work i did on the background image, which was so much fun to play around with — it’s a black and white photograph i was given from an art book that a friend found

matls: clipped/found paper, pastels, gold ink, pearlex red-blue pigment powder, miniature brads, lighting gels, handwritten text, matte

[image: a vase of flowers, colored in green and pink and spattered with gold and pink shine, serves as the background for the words “because from where we are now, it seems really / that everything is growing in a thousand different ways”, laid out at angles against backgrounds of flowers in matching greens and golds. the second image is of the base of flowers and vase colored with no text over.]

Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.

                                                               -Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

Favorite YA Male Protagonists: Kafka Tamura

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This isn’t a big deal, but I just found out that my local library is willing to take my book as a donation!! I’ve ordered a couple copies and I plan to give them to the library 💕 I also bougjt one for my parents, but that’s beside the point. I’m gonna be in a library!!!!

ALSO, If anyone is interested in reading this book, please click that button in my description! It’s available in kindle and paperback, and I think Kindle gives you a preview as well 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

Dear lover,
There’s a reason to why we found eachother the way we did
the world was against us
and now we are so close
soon we can be together
just you and I
  • Richie: Hey did you know that the singular of spaghetti is spaghetto?
  • Eddie:
  • Richie:
  • Eddie:
  • Richie:
  • Eddie:
  • Richie: (inhales)
  • Eddie: Don’t-
  • Richie: E D D O S P A G H E T T O
  • Eddie: END ME. END ME NOW.
We were something, or we were nothing, or we were everything, and I won’t allow myself to decide which one hurts the most.
—  J.W. // but still the aches come

“We both tried to grab at the last copy of that desired book at the same time and had a tug of war.” (from this post)

Sterek ficlet, T, ~1.6k words. Basically, I was going to just do a tiny little drabble as a warm-up for working on one of my WIPs, and then I was having too much fun with it to stop.

(Btw, if you couldn’t tell, I totally made up the book series in question. Any resemblance to any actual book is completely coincidental.) 

It’s definitely some kind of torture that on the day the seventh and final Path of Wolves novel comes out, Stiles still has to go to school like it’s not the most important day of the year or anything.

And okay, so it’s not like anyone else in Beacon Hills has even heard of these books except Scott, and then only because Stiles can’t shut up about them, but still. Stiles spends the entire day practically vibrating out of his skin with the anticipation. He’s pretty sure he hasn’t taken in a word any of his teachers has said today. The only reason he doesn’t try to make a break for it during lunch is that he can’t afford another detention on his record, and even so, he’s still sorely, sorely tempted to risk it. In the end, he has to get Lydia to hide his car keys from him.

(He was going to ask Scott to do it, but Scott would have caved as soon as Stiles started begging, and Stiles is definitely not above begging, so Lydia it is.)

The instant the final bell rings, though, Stiles is out of there, flying across the parking lot and gunning the Jeep. The bookstore probably only ordered a few copies, and if Stiles isn’t holding one of them by the time he leaves, somebody’s about to get murdered.

Not that he actually expects any competition, but it’s better not to let these things go to chance. He already messed up once by procrastinating on pre-ordering until they were sold out; he didn’t think it was possible for a Path of Wolves novel to be sold out. He was wrong, and now he’s paying for it by having to physically go to the bookstore to get it.

Either Stiles vastly overestimated how many copies the store was going to order, or else he vastly underestimated how many people in Beacon Hills read these books, because when he skids to a stop in front of the New Releases shelf, there’s only one copy left. One beautiful, perfect hardcover copy.

Lucky for him, one copy is enough.

Except that when he grabs ahold of it, someone else does, too.

For a long second, Stiles can’t even believe what he’s seeing. Another hand, on his book. Another hand that’s not letting go, even though Stiles has already clearly and unambiguously grabbed it by the spine and isn’t letting go, either.

Stiles turns his head incredulously to get a look at this usurper, and it’s Derek Hale. As in, made-of-muscles, leather-wearing lacrosse captain Derek Hale.

Until this moment, Stiles wasn’t even sure Derek could read, and now he’s trying to steal Stiles’ obscure eight-hundred-page fantasy novel. What.

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