Book quotes.

I have been a fan of John Green for a while now, and whenever I read one of his books I always find myself highlighting a quote that I like (Oh! The horror. scribbling in a book!). There are just some that I really really enjoyed and I hope you enjoy them too. I got these quotes off of Goodreads.com which is an excellent site! I feel that you guys should go and check it out. :) 

“I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.” 

― John Green, Looking for Alaska

“What the hell is that?" I laughed.
"It's my fox hat."
"Your fox hat?"
"Yeah, Pudge. My fox hat."
"Why are you wearing your fox hat?" I asked.
"Because no one can catch the motherfucking fox.” 
― John Green, Looking for Alaska
Okay, This one is a little... Vulgar. But I enjoyed it and it made me laugh. 

“What is an "instant" death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst and her lungs collapsed and there was no air and no blood to her brain and only raw panic. What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous.” 
― John Green, Looking for Alaska

“It's not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you. That's the problem. Bolivar was talking about the pain, not about the living or dying. How do you get out of the labyrinth of suffering?” ― John Green, Looking for Alaska

“Books are the ultimate Dumpees: put them down and they’ll wait for you forever; pay attention to them and they always love you back.” 

― John Green, An Abundance of Katherines

“That's who you really like. The people you can think out loud in front of.” ― John Green, An Abundance of Katherines

“Well, while you were in the bathroom, I sat down at this picnic table here in Bumblefug, Kentucky, and noticed that someone had carved that GOD HATES FAG, which, aside from being a grammatical nightmare, is absolutely ridiculous. So I'm changing it to 'God Hates Baguettes.' It's tough to disagree with that. Everybody hates baguettes.”
"J'aime les baguettes" Colin said
"Well, you aime a lot of stupid crap" ― John Green, An Abundance of Katherines

So these were my quotes for the week! If you liked any, Please tell me which ones and why, I'd love to hear your opinions! 

Twitter Fiction

For my twitter fiction, I decided to do a handful of little stories rather than one huge one. I believe I chose this option because I’m never very good at finishing long term things. I have never finished at least one chapter stories I’ve written due to the fact that I could easily change one thing and have it finish completely different than I originally wanted it to end. With twitter fiction, that was the case. I’d have a plot line and then complete change it but then I’d have to make the next few tweets fit the new plot. I’m not enjoying twitter fiction to be completely honest. I’m a writer who likes adding details to whatever she’s writing and with twitter fiction and the 140 character limit really limited my space to write what I wanted to.  

I had the biggest problem with the 140 character limit because I’d think of something really really good to write only to be discouraged that it could not work because it was too long and exceeded the 140 character limit. It was really hard to have all my stories fit inside 140 characters, spaces included. I would've much rather written a short story because they’re something I really enjoy doing. But, I guess it’s always good to try something new.

So far, I have at least 30 tweets for my story. However, I have one long story which is about 10-15 tweets long and I have little plot bunnies for the other ones. I feel like this was an okay negotiation because I never like finishing something long term nor do I enjoy leaving these little plot bunnies with nothing to add to them.

This is a definition of a plot bunny that I borrowed off the internet; an idea for a story, usually referring to an author having more ideas than he or she can use.

Personal Addition; Different. Ideas of love.

I really have no idea what inspired me to write this. I suppose it is more of another "rambling autobiography" although I wouldn't describe it as that. 

Is different too much to handle?

Unlike many of my friends, I don’t drink. I never party, and to be honest, I’d rather stay in and read rather than go out and socialise. That being said, I’d like to say I’m an introvert. I won’t reach out for help if I need it in fear that I will bother the person I’m reaching out to. If I do reach out to you, consider yourself a lucky person. I only have 2 safe people in my life that I will reach out to. I hate having many people around me and I suffer anxiety attacks when faced with crowds of people. I enjoy thinking and just simply listening to music. I've been told that I cannot take a joke for I am “far too serious” and that I don’t have many friends. I believe in the simpler things in life. I am a hopeless romantic and a hopeful dreamer. 

What happened to the soft spoken words and sweet nothings being whispered into a lover’s ear? What happened to just cuddling, enjoying the others embrace as you watch each other’s chest rise and fall in rhythm with a heart? What happened to simple little letters being left, with the signature and promise of a secret admirer? I despise how today’s society defines love as sex and just looks. I would not consider myself as a shallow person but I do know that looks do draw me in, but it’s personality I hold higher up than anything else. It makes me stay. What happened to the sweet names “Darling, sweetheart, honey”? Why did that turn into “babe, baby, cutie”? What happened to old school romances? Where the boy asks the girl’s father for permission to date her and where holding hands with endearing smiles was just as sweet as the first kiss? I wish our society hadn’t brought the sex factor into the idea of Love. I do know it’s a part of it, but it should not be everything. 

Personal Addition; You Be The Anchor.

As hours move to minutes

And minutes take longer to break

I will be desperately awaiting

But my tongue won't fall apart

And we've been sitting here for hours

All alone and in the dark

So let me think of how to word it

Is it too soon to say 'perfect'?

If I could find another thirty minutes somewhere

I'm sure everything would find me

All that's left is just to sing

And I'll be here by the ocean

Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams

All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes

And every wave drags me to sea

I could stand here for hours

Just to ask God the question, "Is everyone here make-believe?"

With a tear in His voice, He said, "Son, that's the question.

Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?"

This is an excerpt from a song I really love. It’s called “You Be The Anchor That Keeps My Feet On The Ground, I’ll Be The Wings That Keep Your Heart In The Clouds” by Mayday Parade. Long enough Title, I know.

I honestly just love the chorus so much. Although I can’t fully describe what I want to say about this song, It’s very powerful to me. The line “Is everything here make-believe?” made me think for a long time. What if everything here is make believe and we’re just merely living our lives as if we hold a significance to something that doesn’t exist? 

Newspaper blackout

I really enjoyed writing Blackout Poetry but I found it very difficult at some times because it was like, I knew what I wanted to write and I knew what I wanted to say but I could not find a word that could not link the two words I wanted. Some successes I had were when I actually found a word that could link my two ideas together.

This type of writing was super unique, compared to the reading reflections and such because you have to subtract what you want to say what you need to say.

Something I learnt about myself as a writer was that I find it extremely hard to be able to do this. I’m much better off writing than subtracting to find what I want to say. I’m very descriptive to what I want to say and with the subtracting process, I found it hard.

Reading Reflection #8; Salem's Lot

Book: Salems Lot
Author: Stephen King
Pages read: 1-229

This week, I read Salem’s Lot by Stephen King. I had this recommended to me by a friend because I’ve been trying to get into Stephen King books.  

The way the book is written was a bit confusing to me, it changes from different point of views and whatever happens in their point of view does not seem to pertain to what we had just read with the last point of view. I really like the main character, Ben Mears. He’s an author and he seems to be very mysterious because he always seems to have something to hide, whether it’d be from Susan or any other character.

I’m enjoying the plot line so far, a part that really hit me was when Danny Glick dies and his dad tells him to stop joking around and to get up. It really made me think. How bad is it to have to bury your own child? Shouldn’t it be the other way around? I mean, how does it feel to watch your own son or daughter being lowered into the ground? Devastating is what I believe it should feel. But I wouldn’t know the feeling, nor do I ever want to. It’s terrible to have to have that happen to you. I had a text to world connection with this and Lord of the Rings. It’s a scene where there was a battle and someone’s son perishes in the bloody battle and he sits on the hill, weeping and crying about how terrible it is have to bury his own son.

I have a prediction in this book, in the prologue it’s told that someone buys the Marsten house and is driving a peculiar car. It then opens up to Ben Mears driving around in his fancy car. I believe that in the prologue that it's Ben and Danny Glick who purchased the Marsten house for whatever reason it stands to be. I have no idea what will come next but I am for sure enjoying this book so far.