Today I started singing You’re The One That I Want very obnoxiously loud in the glaze lab—-a pastime that is no news to my classmates, and so Steven joined in—-we were dancing and singing very off key when all of a sudden my teacher walks into the glaze lab and I just stop
…and I give a mischievous look and kind of melt into the floor.
Tyler just stands in the doorway trying so hard not to burst out laughing.
It was probably the most precious reaction I’ve ever seen on his face, and so no regrets.
Besides, I’ve witnessed far more embarrassing happenings in that studio.
"How’s that essay going?"
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You are my first
You are my last
You are my future
and my past
You aren’t a hero, and I’m not beautiful, and we probably won’t live happily ever after. But we’re alive, and together, and we’re going to be alright. — Hester Shaw, “Mortal Engines” (via lackadaisicallexicon)
Imagination doesn’t just mean making things up. It means thinking things through, solving them, or hoping to do so, and being just distant enough to be able to laugh at things that are normally painful. Head teachers would call this escapism, but they would be entirely wrong. I would call fantasy the most serious, and the most useful, branch of writing there is. And this is why I don’t, and never would, write Real Books. — Diana Wynne Jones, “Why Don’t You Write Real Books?” (via ballerinaduck)
I can’t wait for the day that instead of “It’s late, I have to go.” you will say “It’s late, let’s go to bed.”
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World Population : 7,810,521,683
just in case somebody start feelin too important
"Good things happen over coffee."
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