December 2011
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November 2011
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Listensometimes the sea, by this is the kit
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ListenSicsak - amiina
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alwaysghosts: A secret girl named Augustine wrapped courage in brown parcel paper and twine. I think she meant to mail it to me, in a schooner made from glass, but the war came and everything turned to dust: dust fell from her eyelashes, slowly and steadily risen and lowered; and the sea turned to dust, it tasted like under-the-bed darkness; the rain was dust, too - it sounded like a soft...
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Nov 28th
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The Woodland Library: Monday 10: Of Christmas →
10 stories of Christmas, winter and/or Holiday cheer
Nov 28th
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Any recommendation for spooky, haunting novels?
stories that are a bit unnerving and scary, etc.
Nov 28th
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The Woodland Library: Review: The Collector, by... →
Nov 28th
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Listening to the Harry Potter audiobooks really makes me realize how much they’ve short changed Ron’s character in the movies (even though I really really liked how Rupert Grint played him), and totally cut the awesome friendship/bromance he and Harry have, and how less annoying, strict and logical (and prettier) they made Hermione (and unsurprisingly I am not that big of a fan on how...
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16-horsepower asked: Tell me about three things you love.
Nov 27th
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Dear B.
epistolary-ships: Why do we seek that which makes our hearts break? Why do we crave that kind of beauty which tears us asunder? Maybe this is why sadness is like water, cool, shimmering blues and greens, to fool us into thinking that we need it. To trick us into desiring its beauty, which is only skin deep. Still we crave that ache between our ventricles, and hope there are no rocks in our...
Nov 27th
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epistolary-ships: p.s. I made lists in my sleep (of sunken ships’ names), and woke up with sand between my toes.
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“Most of the people are homesick anyway, and a little lonely, and they hide...”
–  from Sculptor’s Daughter, by Tove Jansson (via sidewalk-chalk-drawings)
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End of March: Tove Jansson & the end of November →
new blog post :)
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Anonymous asked: 10 book series that you love
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Dear Marisa,
November sits across from me at the table, a playful grin upon her lips, and a slight mischievous glint in her eyes. I can only twirl the rapidly cooling cup of tea between my hands and stare at the world outside the window. Icicles melt slowly filling the otherwise quiet air with the soft dripping sound of water against glass. November chuckles, but says nothing. I wonder about time, and the...
Nov 24th
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paperswallow: To Be In Love Must Be: Cerulean ache, and azure kingfisher flicker, with your flitting hummingbird pulse, your delirious blood thrumming: the siren song on the rocks, the discordant crashing, blood thrumming, harp song keening spring and dull ache pervading winter, endless brief tragi-comedy which ends with you scraping your knees on the pavement by the corner shop (just like you...
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Anonymous asked: Best book(s) you've read so far this year? Worst? Most surprising? Most disappointing?
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Nov 22nd
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I had forgotten how the depiction of the female characters at the beginning of The Half-Blood Prince always frustrated me a bit. I love Harry Potter, but on so many occasions J. K. Rowling was very conservative in the way she depicted stereotypical gender roles and attitudes.
Nov 22nd
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My mind is a whirlpool and I am water, elusive and slippery. Endless circles of thoughts, feelings, and fears. A perfect storm. Keep slipping from between my fingers, with no firm grip on my self. Scattered, and everywhere, flowing away, stretching along the days, relentlessly. I have no ground. And if I think I can hold all of my currents inside my self, all contained within my ribcage (in a...
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