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“Printer’s ink has been running a race against gunpowder these many, many years. Ink is handicapped, in a way, because you can blow up a man with gunpowder in half a second, while it may take twenty years to blow him up with a book. But the gunpowder destroys itself along with its victim, while a book can keep on exploding for centuries.” — Christopher Morley, The Haunted Bookshop
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"Have you ever really noticed the blanket of shame? From the torment and pain As you realize that no one's ever been there Have you ever looked at the violence you hide? Always running inside You can't escape, it's always been there"
Are we living a life that is safe from harm? Of course not. We never are. That isn’t the right question. The right question is: Are we living a life that is worth the harm? We are all driving towards something; we are all driving away from something else. It’s the simplicity of physics. It’s the simplicity of Free Will. ~Welcome to Night Vale, "Parade Day"
My bestie Ashley sent me some awesome fandom tea blends from Adagio! One is the sampler set of Welcome to Night Valeeee....I mean The Town of which We Do Not Speak, and the other is a Pokemon set! Look out, customers! I'm ready for you now!
To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour. A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage. A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons Shudders hell thro' all its regions. A dog starv'd at his master's gate Predicts the ruin of the state. A horse misused upon the road Calls to heaven for human blood. Each outcry of the hunted hare A fibre from the brain does tear. A skylark wounded in the wing, A...