Library - Blog Posts
2/1/19
I love the library! Plus I’m spending time with my good friend and am just round the corner from town so... did someone say shopping? x
22/09/18 - 11/100 days of productivity
I’m in the library today, currently doing maths. I’ve already gone through 4 sets of quizlets for German and next up once I finish this will be to finish my chemistry homework.
My friends are going to turn up at some point, too. I’m going to help one of them with a personal statement and then I’m going to read Le Père Goriot
Might I introduce you to mg dnd wizard
Allenvir
He’s a grumpy boi, he runs a shady ass hell library. I’m talking summoning circles on the floor, cries of the dammed from the basement, and what you hope aren’t blood stains everywhere. He dose a FUCK TON of occult shit. He sells ancient forbidden rituals on the black market. After all, why should knowledge be forbidden, just because of the gruesome price?
Pages
I don’t know what love is
I just can’t wrap my head around it
Like the size of the universe
Love makes people do crazy things, but it just usually makes me curse
How could you not lose hope and keep lining up shells?
Because of love
I am third wheeling it
And it’s lonely
But not for the lovers, only
They are unconsciously awake
Let’s travel
And get a plane ticket
To a place where our hearts don’t feel heavy with atmosphere
Dear,
Let’s start again
Even if I feel like a spring…
Stressed out
Is how I work
Otherwise
I just sit on my ass instead of taking to the skies
I need to get away to any other place
A new reality where I will not be a sad tragedy
But will have a happily ever after
Filled with much laughter
Because any other place has got to be better
I currently live in a deep cave of a library, that’s full of empty dreams
I stare at the ceiling as I scream with laryngitis
And I feel the shelves towering over me, all around
I'm a story that someone forgot to put down
And I just want to be put on the shelf
Sometimes it seems like I can see the most clearly when I am blinded by tears
Because that’s when I'm not avoiding my feelings
It’s like I am able to see the lopsided way the world moves
The inner working grooves
That are so complicatingly simple
I wonder not when, but if the pieces will ever fall together
Being the mismatching misfit that I am
I don’t know if I am a puzzle that can be put together; maybe I was made wrong
All along,
A factory mishap
I want you to hold me as close as pages of a book that are bound to the spine
Because maybe
You could force and weld pieces of me together and get readjusted
As I fall apart and become more rusted
Like the tin man
I have a heart
I just don’t like to let on to that,
It’s actually not stone cold at all
It’s quite the opposite
It’s all mushy and squishy
Heyo it’s back to school time and here’s a research tip from your friendly neighborhood academic librarian.When searching for any topic on the internet just type in the word ‘libguide’ after your topic and tada like magic there will be several beautifully curated lists of books, journals, articles, or other resources dealing with your subject. Librarians create these guides to help with folks’ informational needs, so please go find one and make a librarian happy today!!
क्या आप मुझ पर खफ़ा हैं?
ये सासे जो पुकारती है मुझे, आपके हैं?
नस-नस में जो खून बेह रहा हैं,
न जाने कहाँ जा रहा हैं
काश इस जिंदगी ने बोल दी होती
सासे लेना क्या गुनाह हैं मेरी?
In order to flee from the past and reach the future, we forget to live in the present.
Just as clay needs to go through intense heat to become strong, Love can only be perfected in pain.
You were holding my heart in the palms of your hand. You could have been gentle yet you decided to crush it.
He's obsessed with her body right now. She likes him like this—kissing every part of her like he's deriving life force from it.
—When I am with you, Durjoy Datta.
𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆.
You have stopped missing me at 2 AM also.
“Loving someone is like moving into a house,” Sonja used to say. “At first you fall in love with all the new things, amazed every morning that all this belongs to you, as if fearing that someone would suddenly come rushing in through the door to explain that a terrible mistake had been made, you weren’t actually supposed to live in a wonderful place like this. Then over the years the walls become weathered, the wood splinters here and there, and you start to love that house not so much because of all its perfection, but rather for its imperfections. You get to know all the nooks and crannies. How to avoid getting the key caught in the lock when it’s cold outside. Which of the floorboards flex slightly when one steps on them or exactly how to open the wardrobe doors without them creaking. These are the little secrets that make it your home.”
— A man called Ove, Fredrick Bachman.
Just want to Live, Laugh, Love. Why is it so hard?!
You were one wish away. But sadly, there were no shooting stars on the night sky
“You don’t fool me, darling,” she said with a playful little smile and crept into his big arms. “You’re dancing on the inside, Ove, when no one’s watching. And I’ll always love you for that. Whether you like it or not.”
— A Man called Ove, Fedrik Backman
I dream. Sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do.
— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
And this love is about to carry me off somewhere. The current’s too overpowering; I don’t have any choice. It may very well be a special place, some place I’ve never seen before. Danger may be lurking there, something that may end up wounding me deeply, fatally. I might end up losing everything. But there’s no turning back. I can only go with the flow. Even if it means I’ll be burned up, gone forever.
— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?
— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
Understanding is but the sum of our misunderstandings.
— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
Sputnik Sweetheart made her think of Laika, the dog. The man-made satellite streaking soundlessly across the blackness of outer space. The dark, lustrous eyes of the dog gazing out the tiny window. In the infinite loneliness of space, what could the dog possibly be looking at?
— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
Love can't cure a mental illness.
— Heartstopper, Alice Oseman
You can just be there. To listen. To talk. To cheer him up if he's having a bad day. And on the bad days, you can ask what you can do to make things easier. Standing by his side, even when things are hard. But also knowing that...sometimes people need more support than one person can give. That's love, darling.
— Heartstopper, Alice Oseman
He was a man of black and white.
And she was colour. All the colour he had.
A man called Ove, Fredrick Backman
Until it was nothing more than a gray paper moon, hanging in the sky.
1Q84, Haruki Murakami, Book 3
I hated you for a long time. From the time I was little, I used to think that I didn't belong in such a miserable little place, that I was someone who deserved to be in more comfortable circumstances. I felt it was unfair for you to treat me as you did. My classmates all seemed to be living happy, satisfying lives. Kids whose gifts and talents were far inferior to mine were having much kore fun than I was every day. I used to seriously wish that you were not my father. I imagined that this had to he some mistake; you couldn't possibly be my real father; there couldn't be any blood relationship.
—Tengo
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84, Book 2
I'm a coward when it comes to matters of the heart. That is my fatal flaw.
—Tengo
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84, Book 2