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Your lips are like wine, and I want to get drunk.
William Shakespeare
symphony

cheshirecatgrins:

vapidheart:

your voice
is a symphony
to my ears

it is finer than
any quartet
known to man

it puts
mozart, beethoven
chopin
to shame

your voice
rings sweeter
than any string
in the world

it is sweeter
than any melody
i have ever
heard

I need say no more..

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I want a life that sizzles and pops and makes me laugh out loud. And I don’t want to get to the end, or to tomorrow, even, and realize that my life is a collection of meetings and pop cans and errands and receipts and dirty dishes. I want to eat cold tangerines and sing out loud in the car with the windows open and wear pink shoes and stay up all night laughing and paint my walls the exact color of the sky right now. I want to sleep hard on clean white sheets and throw parties and eat ripe tomatoes and read books so good they make me jump up and down, and I want everyday to make God belly laugh, glad that he gave life to someone who loves the gift.
Shauna Niequist (via aeloquence)
npr:

Welcome to NPR’s Back-Seat Book Club, where author Neil Gaiman is here  to answer your questions about The Graveyard Book. Gaiman explains how  Nobody Owens, a young boy raised in a graveyard, learns the value of  life from the dead.
(via Kids’ Book Club: A ‘Graveyard’ Tour With Neil Gaiman)
Illustration: Emily Davis for NPR

npr:

Welcome to NPR’s Back-Seat Book Club, where author Neil Gaiman is here to answer your questions about The Graveyard Book. Gaiman explains how Nobody Owens, a young boy raised in a graveyard, learns the value of life from the dead.

(via Kids’ Book Club: A ‘Graveyard’ Tour With Neil Gaiman)

Illustration: Emily Davis for NPR