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Kill Switch

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“Arion, can you help me find the snow village in the basement?” Snow village? That voice. I closed my eyes, the little hairs on my neck rising. Winter. She was home, after all. “What? Now?” Arion whined. “Have Mom help you when she gets back.” Get the fuck out of the pool and get her what she wants. “I don’t know why you want it.” Arion took my beer again. “It’s not even Halloween yet, and you can’t see the damn thing anyway. What’s the point?” Bitch.”

WinterDamon Torrance
Book:Kill Switch
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“Each of us must use self-scrutiny in order to ascertain how to immerse ourselves into prevailing culture and develop personals skills and survival mechanisms in order to cope with all the paradoxes and complications of a chaotic world. We cannot gauge the equipoise of our emotional health by examining the columns of numbers representing money earned or sums owed on a financial balance sheet. We must periodically take stock of our character assets and personality liabilities. Maintaining a permanency of felicity lodged in our lightsome soul might be the most important asset besides physical genetics that we will ever possess. Unlike our genetic disposition, we are the sole sentinels of our emotional health.”

AwarenessSelf ImprovementPersonal GrowthKnow ThyselfSelf ExaminationSelf StudySelf CriticalPersonal AwarenessSelf ScrutinySelf Critique
Book:Dead Toad Scrolls
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“انگار هر کلمه مستقیما از روح او تراوش می کرد و با حرارت ایمانش مشتعل می شد. رودین از راز بسیار والایی آگاهی داشت، از موسیقی کلام. می توانست با تارهای دل شنونده بازی کند و آن ها را بلرزاند و زنگ وجودش را به صدا درآورد. ممکن بود شنونده خوب نفهمد که او از چه صحبت می کند، ولی بی اختیار نفس عمیق می کشید. پرده هایی از جلو چشم هایش کنار می رفت و چیزی نظیر روشنایی سحرگاهی در برابرش نمایان می شد.”

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Book:Rudin
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“What I found was an ability to enjoy writing again, because I stopped making it about wanting to be the best, or wanting to be better than some past version of myself, or better than other people I admire a lot who write YA fiction. Instead of seeing it as a pyramid, or something that you're trying to get to the top of; I started seeing it as a huge ball that I'm trying to, like, contribute one layer of paint to. Lots of other people are contributing layers of paint, and through that the ball gets more beautiful and more interesting, and also bigger. And instead of me needing to be at the top of my game somehow, what I can really do I think in the end, is contribute in a small way to a very big conversation that's very old. And that's what art is for me.”

WritingWriting QuotesJohn GreenWhy I WriteVlogbrothersWriting MindsetDear Hank And JohnDear John And HankNovember 22 2016 35 Mins
Author:John Green
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“Wanna get some pulled pork over at Stucky’s?” I asked, climbing off the Harley. Lark blinked hard like she was about to say no, but wasn’t sure how. “Do you not like barbecue?” I asked. “I do, but it’s been really slow at the restaurant and I don’t really have money to spend and…” Lark was sweaty and a hint of her eyeliner had smudged on the right side. Yet, she never looked more beautiful than when I realized she wanted me. No, she fucking needed me.. “Let’s stop playing games,” I said, reaching to wipe the smudge from her face. “This is a date and I’m paying.” Before she might protest, I leaned down and kissed those lips I had craved since the reception. Lark lifted them to me, needing what I needed. The kiss was soft. Even wanting more, my lips left hers. They returned to suck softly at her bottom lip once more before relenting. When I stepped back, Lark shivered and gave me a little relieved smile. I knew how she felt. I’d been waiting to do that for weeks. “Let’s go,” I said, holding out my hand. Lark’s smile grew and I nearly kissed her again. She looked lovely like a child on Christmas and I was what Santa left. A guy could get used to that look.”

Aaron And LarkStop Playing Games
Book:Damaged and the Cobra
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