I swear this blog is not dead.
Just give me another month or two until the college application process and all that other kind of shit dies down.
Then I will be back to post lovely Libba Bray related things for you wonderful people.
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You know about Schrödinger’s cat, right?”
You know about Schrödinger’s cat, right?”
I shrug
“Awww, dude!” the three of them say in unison.
Kyle’s eyes are bloodshot slits in his grinning face. “This will blow your mind! Okay, so this scientist guy, Schrödinger, did this trippy thought experiment in quantum mechanics here he was all, ‘Hey, what if you’ve got a sealed box along with, like, a radioactive substance…’ “
“… And the atom either decays and kills the cat—or it doesn’t. Until you open up the box and observe, everything’s a probability.”
“Wrong,” Kevin says. “You’re hung up on the observer effect. You don’t control the outcome. You don’t create the reality. Face it—the cat’s either alive, or it’s dead.”
Rachel blows her nose on a paper towel. “If a tree falls in the forest, and there’s no one there to hear it, does it make a sound?”
“I thought it was ‘If a bear shits in the woods,’ ” Kyle says.
“You can’t hear a bear shitting in the woods,” Kevin insists.
“How do you know? Have you ever heard a bear shit? Maybe they’re loud.”
“Dude, you’re missing the point.” Rachel tosses the wadded paper towel. It misses teh trash can and rolls under the sink. “The point is probability and reality. And that’s where parallel universes come in. Reality splits into two possible outcomes—one where the cat lives; another where the cat dies. From every choice you make, another world is created where a different reality happens.”
“So, you’re saying if the kitty dies in our reality—boom!—there’s another reality born where whiskers is alive and well and chasing mice in the garage?” Kyle tucks his long, stringy blond hair behind his ears.
“Totally
‘Going Bovine’ by Libba Bray
Chapter Two: ‘Wherein the Cruelties of High School Are Recounted and the Stoner Dudes of the Fourth-Floor Bathroom Offer Me Subpar Weed and a Physics Lesson’
(via dipzishan)
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We’ve got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there’s an awful lot of gray to work with. No one can live in the light all the time.
Gemma Doyle
A Great and Terrible Beauty (via theworldismadeofwords)
A Great and Terrible Beauty (via theworldismadeofwords)
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But forgiveness… I’ll hold onto that fragile slice of hope and keep it close, remembering that in each of us lie good and bad, light and regret, cruelty and sacrifice.
Gemma Doyle
A Great and Terrible Beauty (via theworldismadeofwords)
A Great and Terrible Beauty (via theworldismadeofwords)
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I fear I will always have to chase the things I want. I will always have to wonder whether I’m truly wanted or whether I’ve just been settled for.
Gemma Doyle
Rebel Angels (via theworldismadeofwords)
Rebel Angels (via theworldismadeofwords)
Thank you, Fye-mami, for this lovely Gemma~~!! =*O*=
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We are all damaged somehow.
Gemma Doyle
A Great and Terrible Beauty (via theworldismadeofwords)
A Great and Terrible Beauty (via theworldismadeofwords)
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Luckless Romance: A Felicity and Pippa Fanmix [download]
And suddenly, I understand what I must have always known about them - the private talks, the close embraces, the tenderness of their friendship… How could I not have seen it before?
1. Can’t Help Falling in Love→ Ingrid MichaelsonShall I stay / Would it be a sin / If I can’t help falling in love with you
2. Me and You → Diana VickersI don’t know why I’m afraid / It’s losing you that I dread / I shudder at the thought
3. Heartlines (Acoustic)→ Florence + the MachineAnd there’s fantasy, there’s fallacy, there’s tumbling stone / Echoes of a city that’s long overgrown / Your heart is the only place I call home
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Luckless Romance: A Felicity and Pippa Fanmix [download]
And suddenly, I understand what I must have always known about them - the private talks, the close embraces, the tenderness of their friendship… How could I not have seen it before?
1. Can’t Help Falling in Love→ Ingrid Michaelson
Shall I stay / Would it be a sin / If I can’t help falling in love with you2. Me and You → Diana Vickers
I don’t know why I’m afraid / It’s losing you that I dread / I shudder at the thought3. Heartlines (Acoustic)→ Florence + the Machine
And there’s fantasy, there’s fallacy, there’s tumbling stone / Echoes of a city that’s long overgrown / Your heart is the only place I call home
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What happens to us when we die: an informal poll.
Theory #1: The Christians are right. There’s a big guy with a white robe and a long, flowing beard and a devil with a pitchfork, and depending on whether you’ve been bad or good (oh, be good, for goodness’ sake!), you’ll wind up playing a harp with the angels or burning in the everlasting fires of hell, both of which sound sucktastic.
Theory #2: The Jews are right, and when you die there’s nothing, so you better have gotten plenty to eat in this life.
Theory #3: The Muslims are right, and I am in for some serious black-eyed virgin time. Then again, I’ve got black eyes and am a virgin, so I may in for some serious trouble once I kick.
Theory #4: The Buddhists and Hindus are right. This life is one of many. You just go on working through your karmic baggages till you get it right. So be nice to that cockroach. That could be you someday.
Theory #5: The UFO crazies are right, and we are all one big experiment for a race of superaliens who like to sit around in the alien equivalent of the Barcalounger, sipping a brew and watching those wacky humans get up to the nuttiest sorts of hijinks. And when we buy the farm, they swoop down in the mother ship and take us back to Planet Z and the primordial ooze.
Theory #6: Nobody knows shit.
Theory #1: The Christians are right. There’s a big guy with a white robe and a long, flowing beard and a devil with a pitchfork, and depending on whether you’ve been bad or good (oh, be good, for goodness’ sake!), you’ll wind up playing a harp with the angels or burning in the everlasting fires of hell, both of which sound sucktastic.
Libba Bray, Going Bovine (via p3yton)
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The scene shifts. I am inside the Caves of Sighs before the well of eternity. Below the icy surface of the water lies Miss Moore, her dark hair spreading out like Kali’s. She floats beneath her glass prison, lovely as Ophelia, frightening as a storm cloud. I feel a shudder across the very marrow of my bones.
Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing (via todieloved)
(Source: youwouldvebeenenough)
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I just don’t think happiness is a sustainable state. You can’t have it all the time. That much happiness makes people /un/-happy. And then they start looking for trouble. They start looking for the next thing that’s going to make them happy—a happiness fix.
Library girl in Going Bovine by Libba Bray (via pure-cha0s)
(Source: unhinged-nobody)
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So who are you, then? For real this time.”
So who are you, then? For real this time.”
“I don’t know! That’s the freaking problem, okay? I’m not Indian enough for the Indians and I’m not American enough for the white people. I’m always somewhere in between and I can’t seem to make it to either side. It’s like I live in a world of my own. ShantiBetweenLand. I swear, that is the truest thing I can tell you. Now will you please just get me out of here?
Beauty Queens, Libba Bray (via wishyouweremegan)
(Source: official-which)
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What happens if your choice is misguided, You must try to correct it. But what if it’s too late? What if you can’t? - Then you must find a way to live with it.
Libba Bray (via lovelycurious)
Is it MJ? Or is it Theta? #SymphonySpace #Diviners
