#rap

Bad decisions create a good lessons, photos however create a good stories. ↗

— Solita

#photography

The only way I'm keeping my hands off her is if I'm dead. Find another way to fix us. ↗

— Sylvia Day

#dead

High School is like a spork: it's a crappy spoon and a crappy fork, so in the end it's just plain useless. ↗

— John Mayer

#end #fork #high #high school #in the end

And now, we have no option. We can't say 'maybe' 'it's possible' 'it looks very probable...' No way! We have to say this is what the Bible teaches! This is fact! May 21, 2011 is the day of the Rapture, it is the day that Judgment Day begins... ↗

— Harold Camping

#end-of-the-world #rapture #sci-fi #science-fiction #spiritual

No good deed goes unpunished - Oscar Wilde ↗

— Allen Mack

#graphic-sex #humor #non-fict #pro-gay #sci-fi

The Photograph is an extended, loaded evidence — as if it caricatured not the figure of what it represents (quite the converse) but its very existence ... The Photograph then becomes a bizarre (i)medium(i), a new form of hallucination: false on the level of perception, true on the level of time: a temporal hallucination, so to speak, a modest (o)shared(i) hallucination (on the one hand 'it is not there,' on the other 'but it has indeed been'): a mad image, chafed by reality. ↗

— Roland Barthes

#temporal-hallucination #photography

I can't face losin' ya, Riley. Yer all I got left in this world.” That brutal honesty again. He'd peeled away more armor, and this time he'd exposed his heart. ↗

— Jana Oliver

#denver-beck #jana-oliver #riley-blackthorne #honesty

A stone has been cast into the reliable immutable pond of the past, and as the ripples subside everything appears different. The reflections are quite other; everything has swung and shattered, it is all beyond recovery ↗

— Penelope Lively

#the-photograph #recovery

It all made sense — terrible sense. The panic she had experienced in the warehouse district because of not knowing what had happened had been superseded at the newsstand by the even greater panic of partial knowledge. And now the torment of partly knowing had yielded to the infinitely greater terror of knowing precisely ↗

— Flora Rheta Schreiber

#dissociation #dissociative #dissociative-amnesia #dissociative-identity-disorder #fugue

Theirs was the eternal youth of an alternating self, a youth with the constant although unfulfilled promise of growing up ↗

— Flora Rheta Schreiber

#amnesia #dissociation #dissociative-amnesia #dissociative-identity-disorder #fugue