I apologize for the lack of updates.
I’m having computer troubles and only have my iPod to use for internet access.
I hope to be able to get back to updating this blog within the week. I really really hope.
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Mom’s crying a little bit, quietly, the way she always does. She never utters a sound even when she’s crying, and that makes me a little sad. Doesn’t seem right. When you cry, people should hear you. The world should stop. I squeeze Mom’s hand and she squeezes back. I don’t say anything, but at least she knows I’ve heard her.
Going Bovine by Libba Bray (via allshallfade)
Love is the Higher Law (thanks David Levithan)
A very interesting blog post Libba made today.
It is very much worth a read. And you may learn something.
"Make Kindness Your Superpower": An Interview with Jo Knowles
I’m a little late with this one, but here is a blog post Libba made yesterday. The description is in the title.
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Reality is a state of mind. To the banker, the money in his ledger book is all very real, though is doesn’t actually see it or touch it. But to the Brahma, it simple doesn’t exist the way the air and the earth, pain and loss do. To him, the banker’s reality is folly. To the Banker, the Brahma’s ideas are as inconsequential as dust.
A Great and Terrible Beauty, Libba Bray (via hana-no-hikari)
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And she wanted so much to make him happy that she forgot how to make herself happy”
“That is not happiness. That is kind of murder, yeah?
Libba Bray (via starrynightsxoxo)
Well, fuck. I didn’t even realize it was already the birth of May.
Time to go read the end of TSFT again and sob like a child.
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To Felicity and Ann, I’m a means into the realms.
To Felicity and Ann, I’m a means into the realms.
To Grandmama, I am something to be molded into shape.
To Tom, I am a sister to be endured.
To Father, I am a good girl, always one step away from disappointing him.
To Simon, I am a mystery.
To Kartik, I am a task he must master.
My reflection stares back at me, waiting for an introduction. Hello, girl in the mirror. You are Gemma Doyle. And I’ve no idea who you really are.
Rebel Angels, Libba Bray. (via emperorsedge)
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dreams were dreams and reality was reality and she felt people were better off understanding the difference.
Libba Bray (via starrynightsxoxo)
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Power changes everything till it is difficult to say who are the heroes and who the villians.
Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing (via oh-sayitaintso)
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I don’t yet know what power feels like. But this is surely what it looks like, and I think I’m beginning to understand why those ancient women had to hide in caves. Why our parents and teachers want us to behave properly and predictably. It’s not that they want to protect us; it’s that they fear us.
A Great and Terrible Beauty by Libba Bray (via harrenhalsghost)
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We’re all looking glasses, we girls, existing only to reflect their images back to them as they’d like to be seen. Hollow vessels of girls to be rinsed of our own ambitions, wants, and opinions, just waiting to be filled with the cool, tepid water of gracious compliance.
Libba Bray, A Great and Terrible Beauty (via booksanddessert)
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