thoroughlysherlocked:

remembermepeeta:

shatterstag:

dapperasf:

applebright:

allwaswellindistrict12:

I am British I whisper as I purposely spell words with U’s.

i am canadian i whisper as i chug maple syrup and also spell words with u’s

I am AMERICAN I shout as I freedom

i am australian i burp as i cook charred kangaroo roadkill on the barbie and also spell words with u’s

I am Asgardian I shout while I smash some bridges up

I am Narnian I whisper as I curl up in the bottom of my wardrobe.

I am Whovian I whisper sob as Steven Moffat.

I am currently twisted around sideways and halfway off of my bed because heaven forbid I disturb my cat while she is sleeping.

mariadahvanaheadley:

He saw her across a crowded shelf.

Her deckle-edge was seductively deep, her endpapers velvety. She was a first edition, probably autographed. Any man would want to write his name in a book like her.

She noticed him perusing her pages, and blushed. He had a hard spine, and a crisp dust jacket. His eyes were capitalized, and in an obscure font designed in Amsterdam in 1768. She caught herself glancing at his flyleaf, and looked away, mortified.

They were in the YA section, and she was acting like a common galley.

“Can I have your ISBN?” he whispered. He could nearly see her addendum.

“Yes,” she cooed, helpless. “Yes.”

——

A couple of years ago, for the 110th Anniversary of the terrific indie University Bookstore in Seattle, 110 writers wrote pieces of 110 words. This was mine, a miniature romance novel, the only thing in that genre I’ve written. (So far.) Books are sexy. I became a writer in order to get closer to them.  

(via neil-gaiman)

sherlspipinghotcupoffreedom:

(via mycroft-queenofcake)