Imagination is what you do with your inspiration.
"I watched Heathers for the first time last month and my mom asked what I thought about the movie, it came out when she was my age. I said "dark, psychopathic, but extremely sexy." JD was obviously all I could think about. I mean the movie was GREAT! But JD!"
"While watching Teen Wolf, all I can think when I see Peter is, "Will you bite me and mate with me?" He’s a sexy-as-hell man."
People are starving for love, not knowing their heart is a magical kitchen. Open your heart. Open your magical kitchen and refuse to walk around the world begging for love. In your heart is all the love you need. Your heart can create any amount of love, not just for yourself, but for the whole world.
How people treat you is their karma; how you react is yours.
You know that moment when you’re reading a book and you just have to stop and bite your lip and squeal or sigh or close your eyes and wrinkle your nose and forehead and press the book against your heart and just like sit there and try to soak up the gorgeous literature via osmosis?
That’s my favorite part of reading.
Here’s to books, the cheapest vacation you can buy.
Baba and I lived in the same house, but in different spheres of existence. Kites were the one paper thin slice of intersection between those spheres.
With me as the glaring exception, Baba molded the world to his liking. The problem, of course, was that Baba saw the world in black and white. And he got to decide what was black and what was white. You can’t love a person who lives that way without fearing him too. Maybe even hating him a little.
That same night, I wrote my first short story. It took me thirty minutes. It was a dark little tale about a man who found a magic cup and learned that if he wept into the cup, his tears turned into pearls. But even though he had always been poor, he was a happy man and rarely shed a tear. So he found ways to make himself sad so that his tears could make him rich. As the pearls piled up, so did his greed grow. The story ended with the man sitting on a mountain of pearls, knife in hand, weeping helplessly into the cup with his beloved wife’s slain body in his arms.
It’s wrong what they say about the past, I’ve learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out.
I finally know who John Green makes me think of
he totally looks like Jimmy Neutron
but grown up
the hair and everything
I heard this so much in 2007.
And then I didn’t hear it anymore.
And I started thinking, you know, maybe I don’t look like Jimmy Neutron anymore.
I still do.
I am laughing so much
Children aren’t coloring books. You don’t get to fill them with your favourite colors.