You’re a mechanic, right?

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totallyfubar:

…Did Drake just do a grammar joke?

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hankgreensmoustache:

I visited Amsterdam recently and took a little TFIOS tour! I started at the library where John wrote some of the book and then went on a hunt to find the places in the book and got to meet another Nerdfighter in the process! 

When I go to Amsterdam, I’ll be doing this.

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phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:

sevvey6:

morbidamusement:

captain-snark:

bananamerlin:

maderadearquitecto:

Thermochromic table by Jay Watson

imagine banging someone on that table

imagine being home alone and seeing imprints on that table

noooooo stop

Imagine having a friend sit at that table for a long while, but when they get up there’s no imprints at all.

What if you got up after trying to console a crying friend, and found that you had no imprints… and they were crying because they missed you?

aaaah it was a cool table now it’s a horror/drama story

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-Deb Caletti, “The Last Forever”

-Deb Caletti, “The Last Forever”

They dreamt of the day when the Dwarves of Erebor would reclaim their homeland. There is no choice Balin. Not for me.

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Of all objects, clocks are the cruelest. Beds, second.

-Deb Caletti, “The Last Forever”

Usually, I set one foot in a library and I feel my own internal volume lower. A library is the physical equivalent of a sigh. It’s the silence, sure, but it’s also the certainty of all those books, the way they stand side by side with their still, calm conviction. It’s the reassurance of knowledge in the face of confusion.

-Deb Caletti, “The Last Forever”

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Sometimes you don’t want to go on, but you have to. You absolutely have to, because there are things waiting for you. Good can sit in the distance, just beyond your view, waiting, until you go toward it. You must go toward it.

-Deb Caletti, “The Last Forever”

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I’m surrounded by stories and answers and years and years of volumes of the right words. My heart, which had been beating fast, starts to slow. That great musty smell of the library speaks of solid, timeless things, old and lasting ones.

-Deb Caletti, “The Last Forever”

I search around for something to say, but I’m falling out of a conversational airplane without a parachute, and there’s nothing to do but crash in an ugly splat of silence.

-Deb Caletti, “The Last Forever”

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