nnmprv:

No Lifeguard on Duty by j bennett fitts.


A long time?

Ages.


This is me. Just as a flower does not choose its color, we are not responsible for what we have come to be. Only once you realize this do you become free, and to become adult is to become free.


captaindwreck:

The edge of the canvas // The pallete of colors after the painting


Sweating our confessions / The undone and the divine / This is his body / This is his blood / Such selfish prayers / And I can’t get enough


"Well, of course I’m dangerous. I’m police. I could do terrible things to people with impunity."


Louisa May Alcott wrote Little Women for the money. And it made her miserable.

As a young writer, Alcott concentrated on lurid pulp stories of revenge, murder, and adultery–“blood and thunder” literature, as she called i–and enjoyed writing very much. She was in her mid 30s when an editor suggested she try writing a book for girls. Alcott wasn’t very interested, but her father was a complete moron with money and had left the family in terrible financial trouble. Alcott wrote Little Women in hopes of some decent sales and a little breathing room and got way more than she asked for. The money in sequels was too good to turn down (and her father didn’t get any smarter with a dime), but Alcott hated writing what she called “moral pap for the young” and longed to return to the smut and violence of her early endeavors.

Ten Things You Didn’t Know About Books and Authors You Had to Read in High School (via bookriot)

wednesdaydreams:

We’re scary – that’s what we’ve become. We’re just like them now.

Utopia, Series 1, episode 4


alichay:

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