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a thought journal

It started a while ago, this journal of unsaid things and voiceless emotions that I kept wholly private. The words slish-sloshed around in my heart, until they started slipping. Slowly, at first, like sand held in loose fistfuls. Then they cascaded akin to a great waterfall—all ferocious intensity and violent vigour. Who was I to stop this then?

A great musician once said, everything is copy, and it is. All the pain, hope, darkness, solace that masks loneliness and rest that masks the fear to take a single step forward, here it is then. It is copy, and what was mine and yours and hers and his and theirs, it is all the same if you hold it close and nurture it into a being that consumes, inside and out.

This is my little corner. A jumble of clumsy words with little worth to most but holding my world, it is a home of lost souls and thoughtful wanderers, the dreamers and the stargazers. The ones who look up at the stars and wish, the ones who raise their hands and hearts to the wind, the ones who watch the sand sift beneath their toes on a receding ocean wave and know there must be something more.

A journal of poetry and prose that mourns each loss of innocence and toasts to every little joy. That cries for pain and cries out for pleasure. That longs to hold close and makes to shove far.

Welcome, to this little nook of ramblings with seasonal flavour and occasional devastation, in a good kind of way, and hope to hope.

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Question: do you prefer tumblr, Facebook, Instagram, or YouTube as a bookstagram platform? Or to follow bookish content?

youtube channels for the book girlies

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♡ becca and the books

♡ briddy

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♡ lexi aka newlynova

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♡ rachel catherine

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I love it.

The Great Goodreads Diss List (Part 1)

Context: For many years now, I have been collecting funny lines from Goodreads reviews to share with my coworkers. (I do collection development, reader's advisory, and weeding at a public library, so I read a LOT of reviews)

Are some of these, perhaps, rather mean? Yes, but they are also very funny, and come from a place of honest frustration. In the tradition of Bargepole threads and lists everywhere, names and titles have been censored.

"First, I want to say that I understand how hard it is to write a book and how amazing it is when it is actually published. Congrats to the author for that accomplishment. That said--"

"Warning: This review will be lengthy due to pure hatred."

"I found myself feeling really, really annoyed with the world that this book is allowed to exist. We live in a universe where the passenger pigeon is extinct but this book goes along merrily being read by unsuspecting lovers of words and ideas and stories? It just seems like too much, you know?"

"Don't do it. Don't spring the cash for the hardcover. Instead, eat an entire bag of Twizzlers, spend some money you don't have at a high-end department store, look up on Facebook the shady college boyfriend that made you cry, research the current value of your home or 401K and then read all about how the big hedge fund managers are faring during the economic crisis. You'll feel about the same stomach pain if you waste your time reading this book."

"This wretched novel begins with the mugging of an old lady and it appears I may be in the process of repeating that loathsome crime as [author] was 78 when she wrote it. It is not nice to put the boot into such a poor defenseless old creature lying there with only a damehood, a Booker Prize and a few million quid. It’s a nasty job but somebody has to do it."

"I think this is the way dead people would write, if they could."

"I am considering setting up SPABB: Society for the Protection of Accurate Book Blurb. This blurb appears to have been written by someone from the publishers who met [the author] the night before, got very drunk, lost his notes and then constructed something in a fug of hangover the next morning."

"I congratulate [the author] on the early half of his book, which was thoroughly fun and made me laugh and think. I congratulate [the author] on the second half of his book, for finishing it. It reads like that was difficult."

"…a woman whose taste in contemporary literature has roughly the same batting average as a pitcher in the National League."

"The author is a pompous windbag."

"Recommends it for: No one. Recommended to me by: A friend who apparently wished to cause me great suffering."

"Makes me wonder: is it possible to obtain similes at a volume discount?"

"The repeated phrases made me want to mail a thesaurus to the author."

"I'm disappointed in myself for finishing this book."

"if the author described [character's] eyes as "obsidian" one more time I was tempted to write her and ask if her thesaurus broke."

"They say that an infinite number of monkeys with an infinite number of typewriters would, if given infinite time, eventually produce the complete works of William Shakespeare. [This book], on the other hand, would probably take the average monkey just under two hours."

"I can't imagine what the author had to do to get this nadir of Western literature printed on innocent trees, but he does seem to know a LOT about being well-connected in New York."

"This book is so bad it is almost worth reading just to make you appreciate the other books you are reading."

"Reads like it was written by a brilliant author, the night before it was due."

"raises interesting questions, like: can a book be so bad as to constitute an act of terrorism"

"has this author ever spoken to a human woman"

"This acorn has fallen so far from the tree that it can’t even see the forest."

"I’m guessing they are touted as ‘beach reads’ because no one will care if they get dropped into the ocean."

"This book begins with all the energy of a hand vacuum near the end of its battery life, and the pace doesn't quicken much from there."

"At least everybody’s eyes stayed the same color this time around.”

Part 2

Part 3

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Dostoevsky, The Idiot

Caspar David Friedrich, Gartenterrasse, 1811

(Collage: instagram @emmalinatotes)

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a part of me will always wonder

i pondered the idea out of curiosity a glint in the eye, tiptoeing on the edge of a chasm two planets momentarily sharing an orbit innocuous until it starts writing itself in dreams tame until sharp teeth sprang from its gums

in the end, the snake swallowed its own tail now a part of me will always wonder the lines didn't meet at dawn for a reason but what if all i needed to do was turn my head? what if all you needed to do was linger a little longer?

but the misplaced dull ache the maddening thrill of ambiguity the never-ending questions about its depth the devastatingly silent chaos in the stillness how do you quiet something you don't understand?

ultimately, it began to gnaw my ribs so i dug its grave in the dead of the night mud and blood underneath my nails as sick as it sounds it's only riveting because it isn't ours to touch

one poison, two bottles fall on my knees on a godforsaken shore or write these wretched visions into oblivion my fingers reached for a pen out of habit because some truths, you can only confess to the moon.

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If magical was a deceptive word, March would be the picture I paint for it. The warmth, the wind, flirting with summer the way a veil flutters on a dancer's smile, so beautiful as to indulge, wary as a fawn in spring wilderness.

Anne of the Island by L.M. Montgomery

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quiet longings on busy days

sometimes in the middle of the day

a dreamscape appears and steals me away

into fields of lush green, skies cerulean of blue

elysian lands where all fantasy is true

There, I think it is you I see

living on with me, in our quaint home

Safe, solid, real, and I can feel 

my world slipping from me, a little and then some

a loud sound, wretched noise

and the shapes change, curve, then spiral

Blur and fade, until the longing, sorrows and joys

of picturing you thus, quiet and settle 

sitting in traffic, the car jolts ahead

and I feel the salt on my lips like an old friend

it caresses the ache, hides and holds 

my tired soul without reserve, sad and bold

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To be weighed down by cautious if’s and sighs of if only’s,

To be held captive in the recesses of scenarios that aren’t,

To be beholden to the burdens of a self that doesn’t exist, just yet.

To be in faraway lands and lose my way back,

To be hunted by demons mine and other, haunted by the scent of memories,

I’ll create her, I’ll live her, I’ll feel for and cry for her, I’ll laugh for her and love for her,

I’ll just be her, curse turned, sigil bound and walking farther away from me.

Isn't it a curse? to be haunted by my own thoughts.

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-Rosina, Capri-

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{Quotes:Nitya prakash/Richard siken ,crush}

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To the ones that were born and rise in Fall, to the seeking, melancholy spirits who find solace in September, I see you. It's the last stretch of the year, a redescription of efforts into things that truly want doing.

"But there is a clarity about September. On clear days, the sun seems brighter, the sky more blue, the white clouds take on marvelous shapes; the moon is a wonderful apparition, rising gold, cooling to silver; and the stars are so big."

– Faith Baldwin, Evening Star

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They love you, keep you, and heal you.

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Do you have a person the Earth wrote for you?

Mine's @septemberkisses

There will always be a person who looks like a poem the earth wrote to keep you alive.

Juansen Dizon

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"To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow." - Audrey Hepburn

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Moon and Venus conjunction

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Sometimes, your heart knows before your mind.

It's the little things, isn't it? A little touch when you cross a busy street, the way they smile at your animation. The way they won't belittle your feelings or justify them. Sometimes it is just the way they won't let you give up.

Keep going for those souls, for those sisters, partners, friends, lovers. All it takes is a few times, and you know you'll be there for them when they fall, and when you're close to falling, they'll catch you, and help you back up.

Sometimes, that's just it. And you know what? It's beautiful.

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the kind of walks with your twin soul where you feel the wind in your face, the ground steady under your feet, and your hopes as light and vast as the sky

the kind of friendship where you buy overpriced lattes, walk around the city, take some cute pictures and talk about the future

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For old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. Like, let’s do it for the love that used to be here. It is reason enough.