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“Was there only one world after all, which spend its time dreaming of others?”
— Philip Pullman, The Subtle Knife

“The idea hovered and shivered delicately, like a soap bubble, and she dared not even look at it directly in case it burst. But she was familiar with the way of ideas, and she let it shimmer, looking away, thinking about something else.”  — Philip Pullman, Northern Lights

Where did this love come from? I don’t know; it came to me like a thief in the night…All I could hope was that my crimes were so monstrous that the love was no bigger than a mustard-seed in the shadow of them, and I wished I’d committed even greater ones to hide it more deeply still.. But the mustard-seed had taken root and was growing, and the little green shoot was splitting my heart wide open…
– Philip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass

Must Be This Tall To Ride

I'm a single dad documenting his journey. A guy trying to walk a higher path. And messing up. A lot.

Let's Queer Things Up!

Mental health & recovery with sam dylan finch

Indifferent Ignorance

I thought this would have gone viral by now

The Webways

These are the lights we make

The Daily Post

The Art and Craft of Blogging

Gourmet Paper Mache Blog

Advanced Paper Mache Art

...Dances, Rants, Raves and Generally Steals the Show

The Power of Positive Destruction

Dani Hermit answers life's rough questions

Rumblings of the Disenfranchised



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amelia bishop

Sweet guys, sexy fun

My Mornin Coffee

that thing that gets your day started

Wandering Stars Press

Steamy, Boundary Pushing Characters and Stories

ben honeycutt's blog

husband. father. musician. worship leader. this blog is about those things.