#ay

Self-preservation isn't worth it if you can't live with the self you're preserving ↗

— David Levithan

#every-day #self-worth

I don't believe that. I don't believe that there are bad things about you. Only things that you think are bad. ↗

— Jessica Sorensen

#belief #kayden-and-callie #opinion #perspective #self-esteem

(Xander) He's like Super Librarian, y'know? Everyone forgets, Willow, that knowledge is the ultimate weapon. ↗

— Joss Whedon

#knowlege #librarians

What are you doing here?" she asked as she slowed from a jog to a walk and placed her hands on her hips. It would take her a few minutes to get her breathing back to normal. Longer if he kept smiling at her like that. He shrugged. "I couldn't sleep. What about you?" She opted for the obvious and filled her voice with as much sarcasm as she could. "I live here, actually ↗

— Kimberly Derting

#violet #sarcasm

Have you tried talking to her?" "No, we've been punching her repeatedly in the face instead. Why, do you think that won't work? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-wayland #sarcasm #simon-lewis #sarcasm

Mother Fuckers. They're going to feel pretty stupid when they find out. They're fucking with the wrong people. ↗

— Robert Kirkman

#confrontation #payback #survival #walking-dead #zombies

God, you mean I lost my virginity to the apocalypse?" Morgan sighed again. "The whole thing was really embarrassing; my parents sent me to Brooklyn when they found out." She shrugged. "I thought I’d be safe in a gay bar, okay? What were you doing in there anyway?" Lace looked at me sidelong. "You were where?" I took a sip of beer, swallowed it. "I, uh, hadn’t been in the city...very long. I didn’t know. ↗

— Scott Westerfeld

#cal-thompson #gay-bar #virginity #apocalypse

In clear-cutting, he said, you clear away the natural forest, or what the industrial forester calls "weed trees," and plant all one species of tree in neat straight functional rows like corn, sorghum, sugar beets or any other practical farm crop. You then dump on chemical fertilizers to replace the washed-away humus, inject the seedlings with growth-forcing hormones, surround your plot with deer repellants and raise a uniform crop of trees, all identical. When the trees reach a certain prespecified height (not maturity; that takes too long) you send in a fleet of tree-harvesting machines and cut the fuckers down. All of them. Then burn the slash, and harrow, seed, fertilize all over again, round and round and round again, faster and faster, tighter and tighter until, like the fabled Malaysian Concentric Bird which flies in ever-smaller circles, you disappear up your own asshole. ↗

— Edward Abbey

#hayduke #tree-farming #nature

I won't do this movie because I don't believe the love story," she told Selznick. "The heroine is an intellectual woman, and an intellectual woman simply can't fall in love so deeply. ↗

— Ingrid Bergman

#characters #movie-screenplay #myth #perception #love

They lay there like that, in a different kind of silence now, watching the lake and the stars, listening to the night, each basking in the warmth of the other. ↗

— Kimberly Derting

#love #violet #love