Lost Generation.
I’m a part of Lost Generation
and I refuse to believe that
I can change the world
I realize this may be a shock but
“Happiness comes from within”
is a lie, and
“Money will make me happy”
So in thirty years I’ll tell my children
They are not the most important thing in my life
My employer will know that
I have my priority straight because
Work
Is more important than
Family
I tell you this
Once upon a time
Families stay together
But this will not be true in my era
This is a quick fix society
Experts tell me
Thirty years from now I will be celebrating the 10th anniversary of my divorce
I do not concede that
I will live in a country of my own making
In the future
Environmental destruction will be the norm
No longer can it be said that
My peers and I care about this earth
It will be evident that
My generation is apathetic and lethargic
It is foolish to presume that
There is hope
And all of this will come true unless we reverse it.
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I’ve traveled the world twice over,
Anonymous (via ahoymematey)
Met the famous; saints and sinners,
Poets and artists, kings and queens,
Old stars and hopeful beginners,
I’ve been where no-one’s been before,
Learned secrets from writers and cooks.
All with one library ticket
To the wonderful world of books.(via fuckyeahreading)
1001 Books You Must Read Before You Die… I’ve already started 3 books because of this one book. If you don’t have it, you need to seriously check it out !
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Fuck Yeah, Poetry!: I Would Like to Have a Bird in My Throat - Beth Kellmurray
I would like to have a bird in my throat.
Perhaps a dove, or a robin,
one with that rusty orange chest.
It would sing you the words;
tell you we are pretty little accidents,
like when your stubble scraped against my cheek
when you leaned in to say happy New Year.
Like the…
Has My Heart Gone to Sleep?
Has my heart gone to sleep?
Have the beehives of my dreams
stopped working, the waterwheel
of the mind run dry,
scoops turning empty,
only shadow inside?
No, my heart is not asleep.
It is awake, wide awake.
Not asleep, not dreaming—
its eyes are opened wide
watching distant signals, listening
on the rim of vast silence.- Antonio Machado
It’s Banned Books Week! Make a stand to what is right and read a banned book!
You can see lists of some of the Challenged/Banned books here.
The right to read!
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Books are delightful society. If you go into a room and find it full of books - even without taking them from the shelves they seem to speak to you, to bid you welcome.
William Ewart Gladstone (via scrapboop)(via fuckyeahreading)
“After all, reading is arguably a far more creative and imaginative process than writing; when the reader creates emotion in their head, or the colors of the sky during the setting sun, or the smell of a warm summer’s breeze on their face, they should reserve as much praise for themselves as the do for the writer - perhaps more.” — Jasper Fforde, The Well of Lost Plots (photo by Sax&Film)
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Along the way I stopped into a coffee shop. All around me normal, everyday city types were going about their normal, everyday affairs. Lovers were whispering to each other, businessmen were poring over spread sheets, college kids were planning their next ski trip and discussing the new Police album. We could have been in any city in Japan. Transplant this coffee shop scene to Yokohama or Fukuoka and nothing would seem out of place. In spite of which — or, rather, all the more because — here I was, sitting in this coffee shop, drinking my coffee, feeling a desperate loneliness. I alone was the outsider. I had no place here. Of course, by the same token, I couldn’t really say I belonged to Tokyo and its coffee shops. But I had never felt this loneliness there. I could drink my coffee, read my book, pass the time of day without any special thought, all because I was part of the regular scenery. Here I had no ties to anyone. Fact is, I’d come to reclaim myself.
Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance (via bookmania)(Source: bookmania)
