|Yellow Tulips In A Red Thermos|
|This Girl and Carousels|
Also, blueberry tea.
|Can you think of anything else more unflattering|
on a high school S. Kemp? Four-eyes and pimples?
Not even close.
|Photo found online, no source given. If it's yours, let me know.|
|Found on tumblr|
|Meg Park knows how I feel in the mornings.|
“[Fiction] is an exercise that hones our real-life social skills, another body of research suggests. Dr. Oatley and Dr. Mar, in collaboration with several other scientists, reported in two studies, published in 2006 and 2009, that individuals who frequently read fiction seem to be better able to understand other people, empathize with them and see the world from their perspective. This relationship persisted even after the researchers accounted for the possibility that more empathetic individuals might prefer reading novels.” --Your Brain on Fiction
|Time Out Tuesday is better than this.|
"Raptus (1) A state of rapture of furor. Also: an instance of this; a fit of intense emotion. (2) A seizure; a sudden or acute attack (as in a raptus of the blood, Impulsive Raptus, or Raptus Nervorum). (3) From rapio: A carrying-off by force. (4) A state of spiritual rapture marked by anesthesia. (5) A pathological paroxysm of activity giving vent to impulse or tension (as in an act of violence)."
|Joanna Klink "Raptus"|
One day you finally knewwhat you had to do, and began,though the voices around youkept shoutingtheir bad advice--though the whole housebegan to trembleand you felt the old tugat your ankles."Mend my life!"each voice cried.But you didn't stop.You knew what you had to do,though the wind priedwith its stiff fingersat the very foundations,though their melancholywas terrible.It was already lateenough, and a wild night,and the road full of fallenbranches and stones.But little by little,as you left their voices behind,the stars began to burnthrough the sheets of clouds,and there was a new voicewhich you slowlyrecognized as your own,that kept you companyas you strode deeper and deeperinto the world,determined to dothe only thing you could do--determined to savethe only life you could save.
|I Googled "Sugar Baby" and this pic |
of baby sugar gliders appeared.They
are almost as cute as baby hedgehogs.
|Sugar Baby cookbook.|
I'm making these next. Om Nom.
|Boom! The Next Gen! Photo Credit.|
“'The Irritable Vowel' is not just a blog about writing. It’s about having the balls to write. It’s about the love of a craft that is too often abused by the likes of the careless and lazy. It’s about style, technique, and damn it, accountability." - Charlotte Moore
|Photo Cred of Lepine Classic. Om Nom.|
|Photo Credit: kele michele|
so much dependsupon
a red wheelbarrow
glazed with rainwater
beside the whitechicken