Caitlyn, 22, I like long nights on the blog and romantic back-alley rendezvous with novels.

 

He lit a cigarette. His glass of whiskey lit a cigarette. “I can only truly love my dead best friend,” he said, “but not in a gay way. Women wouldn’t understand. They’re too gay.” Both of the cigarettes agreed.

from Mallory Ortberg’s hilarious “Male Novelist Jokes.” (via chalriepace)

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thebookbanshee:

*accidentally reads a spoiler to a book I haven’t read yet*

*tries to forget it immediately*

*remembers it in vivid detail for the rest of eternity*

*cries*

They told you that dark brown eyes are empty

My love

People can’t see stars in the polluted sky
So the night holds secrets in it’s inflicted disguise

I’ve seen constellations form when you look at the world

Portals to another universe when I peak into your soul

Dark brown eyes are not empty my dear
The black outer space are where galaxies are born

Cosmos (via brownpeopleproblems)

call me medusa
for my monstrosity is not
mine to bear,
but yours to fear.

teachingliteracy:

nprbooks:

Junot Diaz, Ken Chen, Dawn Davis and Johnny Temple are just a few of the voices in the second installment of Lynn Neary’s series on diversity in publishing. (Here’s the first, and here’s the Pew study mentioned above.)

You can join the conversation on Twitter and Facebook using the hashtag #whoisgettingpublished, or send us a story of your own experience here.

It is stupid how young men admire one another, the cluelessness of it, the non-­reasons.

Lynn Coady, The Antagonist (via theroguefeminist)

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The extent to which I cling to you, dearest, frightens me; I keep telling myself it is wicked—may you never say so, dearest—and yet I cannot refrain. If I were with you I’m afraid I should never leave you alone—and yet my craving to be alone is continuous—we would both suffer, though of course it would mean a happiness well worth any amount of suffering.

Franz Kafka, from Letters To Felice (via violentwavesofemotion)

I want to love, but my hair smells of war and running and running.

Warsan Shire  (via earnestly)

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The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Crack-Up (via wordsnquotes)