#cop

She wished it were evening now, wished for the great relief of the calendar inking itself out, of day done and night coming, of ice cubes knocking about in a glass beneath the whisky spilling in, that fine brown affirmation of need. ↗

— Michelle Latiolais

#coping #drinking-your-troubles-away #happy-hour #loss #lost-love

The vibrations on the air are the breath of God speaking to man's soul. Music is the language of God. We musicians are as close to God as man can be. We hear his voice, we read his lips, we give birth to the children of God, who sing his praise. That's what musicians are. ↗

— Stephen J. Rivele

#god #music #music

Don’t bother calling the cops, because nobody can find me here. I know, because after all these years, I’m still trying to find myself.
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— Jarod Kintz

#cops #find-myself #identity #introspective #police

And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them? ↗

— Mervyn Peake

#copy #cry #crying #despair #fall

I want to live in a mansion, wear nice suits, and get paid to have my boss grovel at my feet. I want to be the butler to a sycophant. ↗

— Bauvard

#funny #humor #sycophancy #funny

The riot had taken on a beauty of its own now. Arcs of gasoline fire under the crescent moon. Crimson tracer in mystical parabolas. Phosphorescence from the barrels of plastic bullet guns. A distant yelling like that of men below decks in a torpedoed prison ship. The scarlet whoosh of Molotovs intersecting with exacting surfaces. Helicopters everywhere: their spotlights finding one another like lovers in the Afterlife. And all this through a lens of oleaginous Belfast rain. ↗

— Adrian McKinty

#bombs #helicopters #revolution #riot #beauty

Great poets are great copy editors. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #editors #literature #literature-quotes #poetry

Wolf, not dog. You were bitten by a Lycan, not Lassie. ↗

— Shannan Albright

#lycans #paranormal-romance #urban-fantasy #vampires #urban-fantasy

Deciding to spit in the eye of every homely matron who ever warned her children not to stare into the sun directly, you crank the titanic telescope around to look directly towards the sun, the center of our solar system. ↗

— Daniel Keidl

#matron #sun #telescope #home

Cops, I've learned, are like vampires; they can't come in unless you invite them. ↗

— Jessica Warman

#humor #vampires #humor