"   and there i am, blushing and confused; 
made beautiful by cinna’s hands,
desirable by peeta’s confession,
tragic by circumstance,
and by all accounts, unforgettable   ."

Here are some more breathtaking quotes that I've just discovered. Hopefully, some of you can see the beauty in these words. And the cover of my journal, for the hell of it. i predict that this won't be the last time i'll be posting it up here.


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So, I'm supposed to post a poem but on my way to find a poem to post, I came across this in my room. "A Letter to Harvey Milk" by Lesléa Newman. In tribute to the film that just came out about Milk, I decided to post this. I actually had to read this excerpt from the book for a first-year university class I took, but just never got around to doing ( Read more... )

in the tunnel where I was raped, a tunnel that was once an underground entry to an amphitheater, a place where actors burst forth from underneath the seats of a crowd, a girl had been murdered and dismembered. I was told the story by the police. in comparison, they said, I was lucky.

but at the time, I felt I had more in common with the dead girl ( Read more... )

Norman Bray wakes up at noon, he drinks and he smokes and he eats, he adjusts the rabbit ears on top of the television that was Gillian's and watches the four channels they receive. He reads books borrowed from the library in search of attitudes that support his own. Then he sleeps and does it all again.

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When he smiles, the hard flesh of his cheeks ( Read more... )

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