Literary Elly May

Speculative Fictionist. Ink-slave. Kinemortophobe.

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tequilafemina:

A few minutes ago my coworker said “The sexual position formerly known as 69 will now be referred to as 96. Due to the economy, the price of eating out has gone up.”

My boss is still crying.

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sarahreesbrennan:

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permets-tu:

after what feels like literally the longest week of my life working on it my marauder’s map dress for leakycon is DONE!! as a side note, i literally never want to use another fine point sharpie in my life.

THIS IS AMAZING OMG

This is beyond amazing and inspiring.

This is so so pretty, and in its beauty and the obvious hard work and dedication put into its beauty are clearly representative of Leakycon itself. Obviously I can never go, but I am SO PROUD of my beautimous friends Maureen Johnson and Robin Wasserman for running such a fantastic thing, in which everything runs smoothly and beautifully but in an individual and loving way, and I think all the authors going are amazingly fabulous (go to Malinda Lo and Alaya Dawn Johnson’s panellation! and Holly Black will teach you how to fix your book!). So: LOVELY. Everyone going to Leakycon please enjoy yourselves, get lots of books, and prepare to be dazzled by wonders.

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How should we be able to forget those ancient myths that are at the beginning of all peoples, the myths about dragons that at the last moment turn into princesses; perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave. Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.

So you must not be frightened if a sadness rises up before you larger than any you have ever seen; if a restiveness, like light and cloudshadows, passes over your hands and over all you do. You must think that something is happening with you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand; it will not let you fall. Why do you want to shut out of your life any uneasiness, any miseries, or any depressions? For after all, you do not know what work these conditions are doing inside you.

Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet (via observando)

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