but imagine the doctor as a lit teacher
Student: We don't know what the author actually meant, and they're dead, so it's not like we can go ask them.
The Doctor: brb
The Twin Cities’ Hispanic population more than doubled between 1990 and...– John Piper, “From Bloodlines to Bloodline” Can I just talk about how amazing it is that he is preaching this sermon in conservative Texas? Crazy. That’s shaking a hornet’s nest. I love it.
i thank You God for most this amazing day:for the leaping greenly spirits of...– e. e. cummings, “i thank You God for most this amazing” (via brochant)
Today, as we were driving in my car, my boyfriend suddenly looked at me from the...
as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my...– James Joyce
date the boy who rummages through a hoarder’s house to find you a 1959 copy of LORD OF THE FLIES.
The most difficult lie I have ever contended with is this: life is a story about...– Donald Miller, Blue Like Jazz (via ktjomurphy)
I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.– Jaime Gil De Bieda (via oofpoetry)
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elizabethmccracken: Trophy spouse. Criminal mastermind. Front desk at an unpopular museum. Bookseller. Librarian. Nurse. Outreach/education at zoo, aquarium, or museum. Cabdriver. Epicure. Salesperson in sofa or bed emporium. Journalist. Scuba instructor. Combination…
It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We...– C. S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory, and Other Addresses (via awanderingleaf)
I expected Lonely to last Longer than it did. Figured I’d wait years in Shadows and rain, Watch healing come in slow-motion Like dawn creeping along the soft edges of sky. Lonely was easy and it was home, and although I wasn’t happy, I felt no fear in facing an empty life And quiet Friday nights. So when your sunlight came And struck a rainbow through my heart, It stunned me and broke me, but...
One by one I drowned all the people I’d been.– Conor Oberst (via ruffclub)
The Good News: My poem was accepted for publication in my alma mater’s literary magazine! Whee! The Bad News: I sent it so long ago, I can’t even remember which poem I submitted.