#aid

If you want to get laid, go to college. If you want an education, go to the library. ↗

— Frank Zappa

#education #get #go #laid #library

Wait,” he said. “That’s not a word.” I looked down to where, in a moment of desperation, I’d played zixic on a triple-word-score space. “Uh, sure it is.” “What’s it mean?” “It’s sort of like…quixotic, but with more…” “Bullshit?” I laughed out loud. I’d never heard him swear before. “More zeal. Hence the z.” “Uh-huh. Use it in a sentence.” “Um…’You are a zixic writer.’“ “I don’t believe this.” “That you’re zixic?” “That you’re trying to cheat at Scrabble.” He leaned back against my couch, shaking his head. “I mean, I was ready to accept the whole evil thing, but this is kind of extreme. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#georgina-kincaid #scrabble #writer

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone. ↗

— Harriet Beecher Stowe

#deeds #graves #left #over #shed

I wish we questioned the aid model as much as we are questioning the capitalism model. Sometimes the most generous thing you can do is just say no. ↗

— Dambisa Moyo

#africa

God might work on mysterious ways, but hell worked on efficient ones. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#god #hell #mystery

Regin: “I finally understand what a dickie-do is. Your gut does stick out more than your dickie do. ↗

— Kresley Cole

#berserker #declan-chase #dreams-of-a-dark-warrior #immortals-after-dark #kresley-cole

Apparently being a mermaid is dead dull. I watched The Little Mermaid with her once a few years ago—she thought it was freaking hilarious. She couldn’t stop laughing about the shell-bra thing, given that mermaids aren’t mammals. Plus, as she put it, Prince Eric was far too hairy and “peach colored” for her taste. I always thought he was pretty hot, but then again, I am a mammal. ↗

— Kiersten White

#mermaid #prince-eric #color

We all have moments of weakness. It’s how we recover from them that really counts. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#georgina-kincaid #richelle-mead #succubus-blues #weakness

I want pancakes.” “What? Right now?” “No. For breakfast.” “Oh.” He yawned. “You’d better get up early then.” “Me? I’m not going to make them.” “Yeah?” His sleepy voice carried mock sympathy. “Who’s going to make them for you then?” “You are.” “Am I? You think I’m going to make you pancakes? Is that how you think it’s going to be?" "You’re so good at,” I whined. “Besides, if you do, I’ll sit on the counter in a short robe while you cook.” His soft laughter segued into another yawn. “Oh. Well then.” He kissed my ear again. “Maybe I’ll make you pancakes. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#richelle-mead #succubus-on-top #laughter

Face it, Nat, this is one tiger who will never be jumping through your flaming hoop-- ↗

— Kresley Cole

#berserker #dark-fey #dreams-of-a-dark-warrior #immortals-after-dark #kresley-cole