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This Blog is Dead
I originally made this blog for book reviews, but I’ve really let it go. My side blog Sylvie-Fox has become my main blog (but I unfortunately can’t make it my actual main tumblr blog). So I’ll follow blogs I like through this one, but my actual blog is Sylvie-Fox (check it out if you’re into art, grunge/punk shit, body modifications, etc).I’ll keep all the book review stuff up though, some people may find it useful.
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‘Sometimes,’ said Pooh, ‘the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.’
A.A. Milne, Winnie the Pooh
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Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you over dramatize it, or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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Youth can not know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young.
J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
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It’s been a year since I published my poetry book!
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by Jweaver7
Ball of crumpled paper
Proven hard to shape her
Lips of dust,
into shadows, thrust
Waiting to be read
Underneath, the words not yet dead
Long, forgetful creases
Those which covet the pieces
The answers sketched into a map of words
Lost like the light on the wings of a bird
Now you’ll have to start again.
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