Drumming rain on a roof, Mozart in the background, Crescendo that seems inevitable, Reaching out to an inevitable Light That bleeds lightning; Lightning that vacillates, Revealing that a darkness is soon

J.D SALINGER He never wrote any book for children, yet no writer, in my humble opinion, has ever captured the innocence of a child better than Jerome David Salinger--better known as J.D Salinger. Catcher

And that female poet on the cover, with her face all smooch and her eyes all smooch and her lips all smooch – wait a minute, what kind of dumb ass description is that? all smooch, like a fucking retard,

The physician thinks that if he heals his patients, he is free of afflictions himself. The people say why do people even do that!? as if they’re not people themselves. The ignorant one says ignorance is

To make them believe I tell them my father told me. That all great advices starts from what our parents told us— even the ones that are not. So to make them believe, and because I do not care their pity,

source We are the criminals who ask What have we not done!? We are the feared ones who aren’t without fear themselves. And what have we not done!? Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool, We who wear our

source Books never run out of things to reveal. Different books reveal different things to different people. Isn’t that what you told me? that the main difference between men, or women, can always be traced

burning match The unfortunate match will lay amongst the thorny grasses seeking its mother’s kiss. The father, with a heavy rod in hand, will start a tempest in a teapot. The mother, with liquid on cheeks,

source The sound of thunder will tell you a secret, if you speak its language; will tell you to be scared and then give you your courage .Music is always nostalgic because there’s always something to be

The elation of having a post make >$60 was amazing! It was one of the best feeling I'd had--not even on steemit but all life. Sadly after that post pf mine, I was away for a while; but all the while

source God measures our pleasure, like a liquid in an enclosed gradated tube, and when we get filled – or get our fill – boom! And this air, for one, this very air, forces one to get some Air Force Ones,

source I will not confess that I love you. I will not confess that I love. I will not confess that I. I will not confess that. I will not confess. I will not. I will. I. will not confess that I love you.

source THEY DID NOT SEE ME I hope they did not see me while I took my fall. I fall again if they see me fall. The fall is mightier, you know, when eyes pushes you farther; when laughs of mockery fortifies

insomnia You can’t wake up again. When words drown you. You can’t open the eyes. When your stomach closes in pain. You can’t eat slow again. When food starts coming steady. You can’t yield to the pain.

PART I: CONFLICT conflict There is a certain conflict which all men and women must be drawn against. And they only have a certain moment, gifted by providence, to face it. While for some these moments

gotten from Thinking long and hard about the problems of the world, he agreed—finally—that his own stomach was foremost. He had been born to poor, shiftless parents. But, to him, that was not exceptional

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SOURCE Whenever Mr. C-- felt jolly he told stories. His favorite was the tale of the tortoise, and how he got his shell broken. Mr. C loved to tell about the famine in the land, and the meeting called

SOURCE So it is you, the great magician who, cloaked in death, dark and daunting, persuaded the fallen fighters to fall in line. You who, robed in autumn, giddy and gold, commanded the lifeless leaves

Rejoice, For I have found the alley Where the truest of love is made. On a starless night it was revealed to me, When I had an urge—a very daunting urge— To deprive myself Of all daunting urges. Now I