First up is something white. Of the blinding kind. Next is a signature black, to show the poles of my versatility, if you like. The last time I saw her was red. The sky was like soup, boiling and stirring.
books you probably haven’t heard of but need to read » The Messenger (I am the Messenger) by Markus Zusak
"Why can’t the world hear? I ask myself. Within a few moments I ask it many times. Because it doesn’t care, I finally answer, and I know I’m right. It’s like I’ve been chosen. But chosen for what? I ask.”
It happened in a small town of Hitler’s heartland.
The flow of more suffering was pumped nicely out, and a small piece of it had now arrived.
Jews were being marched through the outskirts of Munich, and one teenage girl somehow did the unthinkable and made her way through to walk with them. When the soldiers pulled her away and threw her to the ground, she stood up again. She continued.
The morning was warm.
Another beautiful day for a parade.
I am in all truthfulness attempting to be cheerful about this whole topic, though most people find themselves hindered in believing me, no matter my protestations. Please, trust me. I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that’s only the A’s. Just don’t ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me. [x]
"I guess I should introduce myself properly, but then again you’ll meet me soon enough. Not before your time of course, I make it a policy to avoid the living." - The Book Thief (x)
“I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn’t already know?”