#ann

— ¡Cielo Santo, eres un hombre-lobo! ¡Un pequeño hombre-lobo! —sé que dije. -- Johanna Miller ↗

— Melisa S. Ramonda

#johanna-miller #lobos #mirko-valinchenko #rasguños-en-la-puerta #relp

Ann Boleyn...a Renaissance Audrey Hepburn in a little black dress. ↗

— Joann Spears

#audrey-hepburn #historical-fiction #tudors #women-s-humor #historical-fiction

In New York there is always something to look at, but it is all infinitely more interesting through a window in the backseat of a limousine. ↗

— Anna Godbersen

#bright-young-things #city #flapper #limousine #new-york

Las verdaderas penas, esas que te cambian la vida, nunca desaparecen completamente por más que pretendas ignorarlas. Siempre se quedan contigo como una reuma constante que te ataca sin piedad cuando hace frío o llueve ↗

— Erika Fiorucci

#erika-fiorucci #marianne-cabani #vida

Words can be meaningless. If they are used in such a way that no sharp conclusions can be drawn. ↗

— Richard P. Feynman

#richard-feynmann #thought-provoking-humourous #thought-provoking

Well, I said, needing to lighten the mood for him, "next time Kai tries to, um, bust your balls, you can give it right back to him, because he's got a girlfriend now, too. ↗

— Wendy Higgins

#haha #lol #lol

Don't be very frightened, Marilla. I was walking the ridge-pole and I fell off. I suspect I have sprained my ankle. But, Marilla, I might have broken my neck. Let us look on the bright side of things. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#anne-shirley #upside #l-m-montgomery

Well now, I'd rather have you than a dozen boys, Anne,' said Matthew patting her hand. 'Just mind you that — rather than a dozen boys. Well now, I guess it wasn't a boy that took the Avery scholarship, was it? It was a girl — my girl — my girl that I'm proud of. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#l-m-montgomery #matthew #l-m-montgomery

Do you think amethysts can be the souls of good violets? ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#anne-of-green-gables #violets #l-m-montgomery

Hey, can I see that sword you were using?" I showed him Riptide, and explained how it turned from a pen into a sword just by uncapping it. "Cool! Does it ever run out of ink?" "Um, well, I don't actually write with it." "Are you really the son of Poseidon?" "Well, yeah." "Can you surf really well, then?" I looked at Grover, who was trying hard not to laugh. "Jeez, Nico," I said. "I've never really tried." He went on asking questions. Did I fight a lot with Thalia, since she was a daughter of Zeus? (I didn't answer that one.) If Annabeth's mother was Athena, the goddess of wisdom, then why didn't Annabeth know better than to fall off a cliff? (I tried not to strangle Nico for asking that one.) Was Annabeth my girlfriend? (At this point, I was ready to stick the kid in a meat-flavored sack and throw him to the wolves.) ↗

— Rick Riordan

#athena #grover-underwood #nico-di-angelo #percy-jackson #poseidon