A Light in the Attic

Morgan Ashleigh 21. Philadelphia area. Illustration major. Liberal. Black and Cherokee. Taken by a wonderful man. Open-minded. I post about things I like, including but not limited to art, music, cooking, human rights, nature, history and philosophy. I would be more than happy to be your friend.
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return"
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I realized as I walked through the neighborhood how each house could contain a completely different reality. In a single block, the there could be fifty separate worlds. Nobody ever really knew what was going on just next door.
P. 146 of White Oleander by Janet Fitch
Then came a time I can hardly describe, a season underground. A bird trapped in a sewer, wings beating against the ceiling in that dark wet place, while the city rumbled on overhead. Her name was Lost.
Page 43 of White Oleander by Janet Fitch
"Always learn poems by heart," she said. "They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they’ll make your soul impervious to the world’s soft decay." I imagined my soul taking these words in like silicated water in the Petrified Forest, turning my wood into patterned agate.
Page 9 of White Oleander by Janet Fitch

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 Tomer HanukaMarquis De Sade / Philosophy in the Boudior book cover

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How sweet simply to go back to sleep, as the sand does, until the wind thinks to awaken it again.
Little Bee, p.259 by Chris Cleave

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 Francisco X. Stork, Marcelo in the Real World

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Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon

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Little Bee / The Other Hand by Chris Cleave

But experience has taught me that you cannot value dreams according to the odds of their coming true.
My Beloved World by Supreme Court Justice Sonia Sotomayor (via yourkindoftruth)

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My mom kept all my papers from elementary school, and I’m going through them and throwing stuff out since its a fire hazard. This is a take home book I read, that happens to be by James and Dave Franco’s mother. I kid you not, she’s a published children’s author, look her up.

As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, then all at once.
The Fault in Our Stars by John Green (124-5)