#blind

Daisy didn't just change our lives, she changed our destiny. ↗

— Maryam Faresh

#cats #cesar-millan #deafblind #dogs #inspirational

There's nothing wrong with seeing. If you see a "bad future", just change it, is all. Things'll turn out okay, as long as you don't give up! ↗

— Sakura Tsukuba

#land-of-the-blindfolded #change

He's changed. I don't know what caused it...but what the heck? He's laughin' anyway, like a regular kid. ↗

— Sakura Tsukuba

#ootake #change

Something about this made Reynie uneasy. Had he done so badly? Was this meant to test his courage? He did as he was told, closing his eyes and bracing himself as best he could. "Why are you flinching?" the pencil woman asked. "I don't know. I thought maybe you were going to slap me." "Don't be ridiculous. I could slap you perfectly well with your eyes open. I'm only going to blindfold you. ↗

— Trenton Lee Stewart

#funny #courage

She put her tongue out and felt the raw edges of the torn silk. She looped her tongue around them and drew them into her teeth. Just a little bit, she thought, that's all I need to free my eyelids. She pulled the tasteless web between her teeth and ground, pulling her jaw down in a grimace - it felt as it she was eating the very skin off her face. But the silk over her eyelids shifted. ↗

— Stephen M. Irwin

#bound #captive #captured #courage #creepy

It’s scary to be a woman on a blind date. For all she knows the man she is meeting up with could be a rapist, a murderer, or, God forbid, a politician. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#funny #murderer #politician #politics #rapist

I went on a blind date—with a descendent of Helen Keller.
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— Jarod Kintz

#date #dating #helen-keller #dating

I always splash on the cologne before a blind date because dogs can smell fear ↗

— Josh Stern

#cologne #dogs #fear #humor #dating

Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility, as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touched—by genius, by madness, by the Devil, or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever.” (p.33) ↗

— Tim Willocks

#apple #asymmetry #atlantic #autumn #blind-man

Spending time with the ones who are dear to you is like being in a dream, is it not? ↗

— Sakura Tsukuba

#family #inoue-san #land-of-the-blindfolded #dreams