#ok

Broke is a relative term, like sister, cousin, or Uncle Sam.
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— Jarod Kintz

#america #broke #broken #cousin #debt

Stories are important...They can be more important than anything. If they carry the truth. ↗

— Patrick Ness

#stories #monsters

The Professor noted two nymphs with strawberries on their heads, a DayGlo Amish lady, a mustachioed man in a rainbow apron. He wrote Saturday Night Fever, then crossed it out and wrote Drag Ball + Bollywood and underlined it twice. ↗

— La Carmina

#hello-kitty #japan #pop-culture #tokyo #travel

From New Year's Eve through the third of January, the streets of Tokyo grew quiet, as if all the people had disappeared. ↗

— Shogo Oketani

#culture #japan #tokyo #japan

Tokyo is a very safe city. At night it becomes quiet the way New York never does. ↗

— Rick Kennedy

#tokyo #travel #japan

you don't know until you know! ↗

— Ruth Lizana-Jackson

#inspirational #thought-invoking #inspirational

A blanket would be a great surface to print my new book on, so you could read it in bed while you’re having boring, obligatory sex with your spouse, who’s as dry and exciting as a sack of flour. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#books #boring #brick-and-blanket #funny #humor

I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane. ↗

— John Green

#looking-for-alaska #rain

If a book did nothing else for you, other than to save you from the company of other people; if all it did was to deliver you from their gossip, and their dull affairs, and their appalling manners, and their rotten Arabic, and their stupid ideas, and their woefully misguided opinions, and above all, from the need to be polite to them; if a book did nothing more than that, it would still be the best friend you ever had. ↗

— Andrew Killeen

#gossip

Eric was holding my hands, and I was digging my nails into him like we were doing something else. He won't mind, I though, as I realized I'd drawn blood. And sure enough, he didn't. "Let go," he advised me, and I loosened my grip on his hands. "No, not of me," he said smiling. "You can hold on to me as long as you want. ↗

— Charlaine Harris

#sookie-eric #sookie-stackhouse #sweet-talk #true-blood #sweet