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I love it when literature touches me, when it reaches my bones. It doesn't matter if it's in a pleasurable way or a horrifying way, either way it's satisfying.

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"so this shall be my suffocating vow"

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The unique persona of Emily Dickinson has made her poetry immortal. The elegance with which she has often defined or reflected Death, never ceased to capture the readers' admiration.

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Lol! 😂🤣

D:BH Incorrect quotes (part 2)

Connor: Hank, I have an idea!

Hank: Wha- It's 4 in the morning, what the fuck?

Connor: Just hear me out

Hank: [angry Hank noises]

Connor: Talking android dogs

Hank: N O

***

Hank: Yesterday I overheard Connor saying, “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Gavin replying, “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.

***

Gavin: Do you cook?

Connor: I made a cake once.

Hank: Yeah, it was good.

Connor: Really?

Hank: Don’t make me lie twice, Connor.

***

Gavin: Why are you on the floor?

Connor: I'm depressed.

Connor: Also I was stabbed, can you get Hank, please?

Gavin: [takes a picture]

Gavin: "Your plastic kid got himself into trouble"

Gavin: "And it wasn't my fault

Gavin: [sends the message]

Gavin: There, I did all I could.

***

Gavin: Hey, tin can!

Hank: Reed, don't even start-

Connor: I can tell by the tone of your voice that you are angry. Alas, I must further make you feel even angrier by affirming how little I give a fuck.

Gavin:

Hank:

Gavin: Is he even allowed to swear?

Hank: I have no idea.

***

Connor: Hey, do you know the password to Gavin’s computer?

Hank: Fuck you, Connor.

Connor: Hey!

Hank: No, you misunderstood, the password is "fuckyouConnor".

Connor: Oh, no numbers? Not very safe.

***

Hank: You bought a coffee?

Gavin: Yep.

Hank: From the same truck that hit Connor?!

Gavin, sipping his coffee: Well, me falling asleep wouldn't help him.

Connor: I'm okay.

Gavin: See? He's okay. I got my daily dose of caffeine. Everyone wins.

Hank:

Hank: You two are gonna be the death of me.

***

Connor: You saved me? Why?

Gavin: People would think I murdered you if I didn't.

Connor: Fair point.

What is reality? An illusion? Something solid? Is it like Time?

The Hardest Book To Understand...

I could cast all my forgivenesses into the air and watch them take flight, dispersing wherever they belong, wherever they are needed, but they are already flowing — freely.

Open-arm-surrender to the vast sky,

I am a confession

                                     relinquished,

vibrant in the coursing of my inner circuitry, heart’s sanctum, a sanctuary cleansed

in lachrymose penance.

                     This weaving of sounds              and silence, this staccato of gears and engines,                    and bird call solace, balsamic,                              all folds

                             into balance.

© Anna S. 2022

Apt. 💕

BROOKLYN NINE NINE ‘9 Days’, 3.12