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powells:

Have you heard the news? Portland is the greatest! (at Powell’s Books, Inc.)
Sep 18, 2014 / 24 notes

powells:

Have you heard the news? Portland is the greatest! (at Powell’s Books, Inc.)

Sep 18, 2014 / 5 notes

how cool would it be to get a tattoo of a bookshelf that you filled in over the years as you read new favorite books.

thesnicketfile:

"The difference between arson and a birthday party is the number of candles."—Lemony Snicket
Sep 18, 2014 / 280 notes

thesnicketfile:

"The difference between arson and a birthday party is the number of candles."
—Lemony Snicket

(via variousfableddictions)

My dear readers, the world is indeed a tragic place. But not all of the world, and not all the time.

variousfableddictions as Lemony Snicket

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Sep 18, 2014 / 2 notes
Sep 18, 2014

I wish  I could get variousfableddictions sent to my doorstep like a magazine subscription.

sadmilf420:

A thing I made for my new apartment

this made my heart hurt in a good way.
Sep 18, 2014 / 71 notes

sadmilf420:

A thing I made for my new apartment

this made my heart hurt in a good way.

(via variousfableddictions)

variousfableddictions:

tolackcolour:

WHY AM I MISSING 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, AND 9. WHY. WHERE ARE THEY. 

In a city that once went by a different name there lives a woman who goes by no name at all. She has a brother, who has a friend, who pretends on occasion to be a private driver for an altogether different woman in an altogether different city that currently goes by the name the first city previously had. This woman is a treacherous villain, as people who pretend to have private drivers often are. Every other month she takes a short trip to a long island to take advantage of the tourists, spies, and very lost schoolteachers who flock to it daily. One such day it was visited by a colleague of yours to whom you once entrusted these tomes, a phrase which here means “did not actually lend books 4-9 of this woeful series to, although the books were taken anyways in the hopes that you wouldn’t notice.” This colleague of yours happened upon the nefarious woman, who took absolutely no notice of the volumes your associate carrying because she was running from the authorities . In truth, she is not involved in this tale at all—the books were lost in a subway some years later—but I felt best to warn you of her, as she will very soon be crashing a garden party you don’t yet intend to throw. The books, I’m afraid, are gone forever. Replacements will be left lying somewhere you don’t expect.
Sep 18, 2014 / 7 notes

variousfableddictions:

tolackcolour:

WHY AM I MISSING 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, AND 9. WHY. WHERE ARE THEY. 

In a city that once went by a different name there lives a woman who goes by no name at all. She has a brother, who has a friend, who pretends on occasion to be a private driver for an altogether different woman in an altogether different city that currently goes by the name the first city previously had. This woman is a treacherous villain, as people who pretend to have private drivers often are. Every other month she takes a short trip to a long island to take advantage of the tourists, spies, and very lost schoolteachers who flock to it daily. One such day it was visited by a colleague of yours to whom you once entrusted these tomes, a phrase which here means “did not actually lend books 4-9 of this woeful series to, although the books were taken anyways in the hopes that you wouldn’t notice.” This colleague of yours happened upon the nefarious woman, who took absolutely no notice of the volumes your associate carrying because she was running from the authorities . In truth, she is not involved in this tale at all—the books were lost in a subway some years later—but I felt best to warn you of her, as she will very soon be crashing a garden party you don’t yet intend to throw. The books, I’m afraid, are gone forever. Replacements will be left lying somewhere you don’t expect.

dailysnicket:


“Please note that the author has been called a fraud, a criminal, a bestseller, a corpse, a fictional character, an unreliable narrator, an objective flaneur, an embattled gentleman, a magnetic field, an arsonist, and late for dinner by an odd number of dubious authorities.”


 Lemony Snicket’s literary career began fifteen years ago today (August 25, 1999). Photo by Meredith Huer.


Reading, “the author has been called…a magnetic field” made me laugh for about five minutes straight.
Sep 18, 2014 / 53 notes

dailysnicket:

“Please note that the author has been called a fraud, a criminal, a bestseller, a corpse, a fictional character, an unreliable narrator, an objective flaneur, an embattled gentleman, a magnetic field, an arsonist, and late for dinner by an odd number of dubious authorities.”
 Lemony Snicket’s literary career began fifteen years ago today (August 25, 1999). Photo by Meredith Huer.
Reading, “the author has been called…a magnetic field” made me laugh for about five minutes straight.

(via variousfableddictions)

Sep 18, 2014 / 9 notes

ashleyriordan:

I had so many good conversations with strangers and coworkers today that I thought, “Hey, maybe I’m a normal person who knows how to talk to people.”

(via smileofeternalreassurance)

Worship power, you will end up feeling weak and afraid, and you will need ever-more power over others to numb you to your own fear. Worship your intellect, being seen as smart, you will end up feeling stupid, a fraud, always on the verge of being found out. Look, the insidious thing about these forms of worship is not that they’re evil or sinful, it is that they are unconscious, they are default settings, they’re the kind of worship you just gradually slip into day after day, getting more and more selective about what you see and how you measure value without ever being fully aware that that’s what you’re doing. And the so-called ‘real world’ will not discourage you from operating on your default settings, because the so-called real world of men, and money, and power comes merrily along on the fuel of fear and anger and frustration and craving and the worship of self. Our own present culture has harnessed these forces in ways that have yielded extraordinary wealth and comfort and personal freedom—the freedom to all be lords of our own tiny skull-sized kingdoms, alone at the center of all creation.
David Foster Wallace  (via crematedadolescent)

(via salparadisewasright)

Sep 18, 2014 / 184 notes
Sep 18, 2014

I don’t know what the literary social circles are like but I can just imagine Daniel Handler going around to everyone’s parties like a modern Oscar Wilde—a must-have addition to the guest list for sarcasm and wit.

Sep 18, 2014 / 12 notes

Day Five Hundred Ten:

isjohngreenmybestfriendyet:

#tbt to Day One:

"John Green is not my best yet. Challenge Accepted!"

I thought following this blog would get old after awhile but it hasn’t. I mean maybe it will when I stop wishing I can befriend the people I look up to.

So never.

zazzle-poetry:

librarianarchy

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Sep 18, 2014 / 787 notes
Sep 18, 2014 / 4 notes

salparadisewasright:

stillmonkeys:

transistoric replied to your post“I like to think Lemony Snicket’s humor is a lot more sinister than it…”
i got too excited to just see a name associated with dfw
any time the letters DFW are together I get too excited so I’m with you there

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my grandparents life in FW my aunt lives in Dallas…visiting them is a very confusing for me.

Sep 18, 2014 / 176,961 notes
  • me most of the time: people are okay, I guess. like no one is 100% bad.
  • me after reading the comments section in any article, ever: this world can only be cleansed with fire.