Link 12 Mar Fabricated Perfection»

Personal blog, with my own secret thoughts. Latest post: Why You Should Not Date a Writer 

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The ability to create life with words is essentially a gift. If you have it in the first place you can develop it; if you don’t have it, you might as well forget it.
— Flannery O’Connor
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Because you simply cannot draw these things out forever. At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid and it hurts, but then it’s over and you’re relieved.
— John Green- Looking for Alaska
Link 19 Sep Fabricated Perfection»

Round two of my blog is now available for your literary consumption. Check it out, send feedback, and any pointers are welcomed. I am still fairly new at this. But give it a read, hopefully laugh, and pass it on to someone else.
Happy reading!

Link 18 Sep Fabricated Perfection»

I don’t really post much on here, just follow a ton of accounts dedicated to literature. I have, however, started a new blog myself. Follow the link, check it out, let me know your thoughts. I only have a mere one post right now, but there are more to come. Feedback, encouragement, complete terrorism of my mediocre writing abilities are all welcome. Happy reading!

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“This would be a man that loves going to work and does not dread it the night before. Upon entering the Magic Kingdom, one of the security guards said to the girl “Excuse me Princess, can I have your autograph.” I could see that the book was filled with children’s scribbles as the guard asked the same question of many little Princesses. The little girl could not get over the fact that the guard thought she was a real princess.”

flywithafreebird:

“This would be a man that loves going to work and does not dread it the night before. Upon entering the Magic Kingdom, one of the security guards said to the girl “Excuse me Princess, can I have your autograph.” I could see that the book was filled with children’s scribbles as the guard asked the same question of many little Princesses. The little girl could not get over the fact that the guard thought she was a real princess.”

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He stared up at the stars: and it seemed to him then that they were dancers, stately and graceful, performing a dance almost infinite in its complexity. He imagined he could see the very faces of the stars; pale, they were, and smiling gently, as if they had spent so much time above the world, watching the scrambling and the joy and the pain of the people below them, that they could not help being amused every time another little human believed itself the center of its world, as each of us does.
— Neil Gaiman, Stardust (via herswansong)

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