#trap

Sometimes, we feel conscious but unable to move our body. The first thing to do is focus in a prayer, then start to wink frequently. By this way, slowly but sure our body can be moved totally by our persistent willpower. ↗

— Toba Beta

#conscious #control #dream #dreams #focus

Felicity recorded in her memoirs that Operation Devastation was a chart buster and won many Oscars and Emmys. It was new in its time sex, fame, dirty money, revenge and paradise…what a journey. It was everybody’s dream to get revenge on an ex-boyfriend or give up work and live in Paradise. Felicity recorded Rory did allow The Three Wise Women input a lot into the scripts and experts were employed to research the themes like addiction, depression, abuse and adultery in a fair and balanced way. The victims of these were given a voice and it gave a forum for people to discuss these topics and be mature and grow up and face problems ↗

— Annette J. Dunlea

#honey-trap #irish-writer #dreams

Respect doesn’t have to be shiny. It just needs to be wearable. Would you be so kind as to hold my jockstrap while I stir your hot coffee?
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— Jarod Kintz

#coffee #funny #hold #humor #jockstrap

A bitter sweet tale of how life cannot be planned and love comes when we don’t expect it in all shapes and forms. ↗

— Annette J. Dunlea

#life

She texted Ava and Felicity and asked them to make informal advances to the town council and ask if she could establish AA meetings in Paradise. She sent the messages and hid the phone down her knickers again to avoid detection on room spot checks for contraband by Nurse Fiona. She laid back and slept soundly for the night. During the night a number of males had slipped their names and room numbers under her door for adult company if she was lonely at any stage, kind souls. It took two days but when Angelina was in the gym her phone in her knickers began to vibrate and she ran into the toilet to read her text messages the men that mattered from Paradise said yes to AA ↗

— Annette J dunlea

#honey-trap #irish-writer #men

I don't know what I am thinking. But I am alone. I am trapped in the net of the room. In the net of humans. I think maybe I am drowning in the net of humans. ↗

— Karen Hesse

#sad #trapped #music

Once again...welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring. ↗

— Bram Stoker

#supernatural #welcome #supernatural

A full night’s sleep without money worries was a luxury. They were afraid to answer the door to strangers as they often could not pay the rent and had no TV license. They lived in fear of been brought to court for bad debts. They became master liars and a sarcastic tongue and cheeky nature were vital survival skills people learned in Wasteside. They pretended to officials at front doors they were child minders and they refused to accept or sign anything official or registered in case it was a summons ↗

— Annette J. Dunlea

#honey-trap #irish-writer #money

And I know I’ve lost. Everything is lost. Everything is over. “As the newly appointed President of this fair planet of ours,” the Mayor says, holding out his hands as if to show me the world for the first time,” let me be the very first to welcome you to its new capital city.” “Todd?” Viola whispers, her eyes closed. I hold her tightly to me. “I’m sorry,” I whisper to her. “I’m so sorry.” We’ve run right into a trap. We’ve run right off the end of the world. “Welcome,” says the Mayor,” to the New Prentisstown. ↗

— Patrick Ness

#lost #new-prentisstown #trap #president

I can't face losin' ya, Riley. Yer all I got left in this world.” That brutal honesty again. He'd peeled away more armor, and this time he'd exposed his heart. ↗

— Jana Oliver

#denver-beck #jana-oliver #riley-blackthorne #honesty