My dream is to own a library of all my favourite books. Other people want to be rich or cure cancer or be famous or bring world peace, and though those things are all great, my dream is still to own a library.
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Reading back on this I realise how insane I am.
I was at the library the other day, and my daughter was playing at the Art Table with two other girls. One of the little girls’ mother was near by and said “Aren’t you girls good little artists!”
And the third girl perked up and said “My dad’s an artist!”
The woman smiled indulgently and says “Oh really, what kind?”
The little girl proudly told her “He’s a tattoo artist.”
And the woman. Oh man. Her face just twists, crumples into something nothing short of disdain, and she opens her mouth and says “That’s not…”
“An easy job,” I cut in, looking the woman in the face because really? You’re going to tell a child her dad’s not a real artist. “In fact it’s very very hard, because that art is alive forever on a person, not like on paper. And that’s scary! You have to be really good, to be a tattoo artist. Your dad must be really, really good.”
what kind of person could just try and crush a little kid like that? goddamn.
- Every John green book: my name is Kirk assgun and I'm not cool or popular and I'm bullied everyday because I fuck comic books and I watch this really cool show called the Big Bang theory. But it's okay because I at least have 2 other bros and 1 convenient negro friend. You see that girl over there? That's kaydence Tigerlilly Dookieson. SHe is the love of my life. She is misunderstood and like really cool indie bands like Coldplay and she's been smoking since she was 7. She's not like other girls. If only she would realize that the missing key to her life was me, a greasy white boy
Ashley Frost (Australian, b. 1967, Sydney, Australia, based South Coast, NSW) Artist On Tumblr 1: North Melbourne Study 20 2: North Melbourne Study 16 3: Dirty Little Lane, 2013 4: North Melbourne Lane, 2011 Paintings: Oil on Board
I spent the afternoon arranging our books by size and color (and it’s so satisfying and looks amazing) and my partner came home and stared in shock at the bookcase and then said “i’m a librarian, you can’t do this.”
him: you split up all the song of ice and fire books
me: yeah i know, they’re all primary colors, it’s perfect
him: [self-destructs]
You’re a monster
As a former bookstore employee, this hurts my soul. I mean, sure it looks nice, but how do you find anything?
it has occurred me during this process that apparently not everyone thinks about books by what color they are? like, literally when i’m looking for a book, i picture it in my mind. i have a very…tactile experience with the books i read and idk! i thought everyone did that lol.
my partner was like “how will i find [this book] for instance” and i replied “easy, it’s purple” and he looked at me like i was a witch.
My boyfriend started a club where he would go to the library and help older people with their phones and tablets and the most baffling story he told me was that an old woman came in who didn’t know that charging phones was a thing so everytime her phone died she would just throw it out and buy a new one
BUT WHY DOESN’T THIS HAVE ALL THE.NOTES.
This is too beautiful and important not to reblog
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