#mel

I want to hold onto this funny thing. God, it's gotten big on me. I don't know what it is. I'm so damned unhappy, I'm so mad, and I don't know why. I feel like I'm putting on weight. I feel fat. I feel like I'm saving a lot of things, and I don't know what. I might even start reading books. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#melancholy #funny

I do not scruple to employ mendacity and a fictitious appearance of female incompetence when the occasion demands it. ↗

— Elizabeth Peters

#humor #women #humor

What happens when we get back? I don't know. I guess we try and forget. I don't want to forget. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#peeta-mellark #katniss

Come to finish me off, Sweetheart? ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#peeta-mellark #the-hunger-games #katniss

There should be a phone service, I thought, something like 1-800-MEDIUM-1.Where an automated voice would direct you. Press one if an object in your home is levitating. Press two if there is ectoplasm oozing out of your walls. Press three if spirits are disrupting your cable service. Press four if you've inherited your mother's psychic abilities. ↗

— Elizabeth Cody Kimmel

#school-spirit #home

I'm just an animal looking for a home Share the same space for a minute or two And you love me till my heart stops Love me till I'm dead ↗

— David Byrne

#talking-heads #this-must-be-the-place #home

Whenever Ingrid and I got out of the suburbs, into Berkeley or San Francisco, and saw how other people lived, Ingrid would cry at the smallest of things- a little boy walking home by himself, a discarded cardboard sign saying HUNGRY PLEASE HELP. She would snap a picture, and by the time she lowered her camera, tears would already be falling. I always felt kind of guilty that I didn't feel as sad as she did, but now, watching Dylan, I think that's probably a good thing. I mean, you see a million terrible things every day, on the news and in the paper, and in real life. I'm not saying that it's stupid to feel sad, just that it would be impossible to let everything get to you and still get some sleep at night. ↗

— Nina LaCour

#homeless #life-lessons #home

A melancholy-looking man, he had the appearance of one who has searched for the leak in life's gas-pipe with a lighted candle. ↗

— P.G. Wodehouse

#humor #melancholy #wit #humor

If you think I give a rat’s ass about that cooler, you don’t know me at all. Nothing I own is worth your pain.” Then, quietly, he took down one of his walls for her. “I know you. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#love #poughkeepsie #love

No one has really seen me in years.” Blake looked at the sky. “Sometimes I wonder how they know I don’t have a home. I try to dress decently.” He waved a hand at his jeans and army jacket. “I think it just seeps out of me. I’m not the same as everyone else.” He shook his head, pulling himself out of his despair, and looked at Livia again. “But when you saw me for the first time, you actually saw me. You saw me, and then you smiled like I was just the same as everyone else on that platform. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#love #poughkeepsie #love