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Celebrate Children's Fiction -- Vote for 'THE CAT'S MAW' on GOODREADS!!!

brokensaint:

It’s only been available for 10 days (and just the paperback version), but my children’s book debut is up to #290 on Amazon/Goodreads Top Children’s Books to Read in a lifetime!!!

What does this mean?  It means that if you take just a few minutes to click above and vote for it, the bigwig editors at Amazon will give The Cat’s Maw a serious review in time for Halloween!

I don’t ask for much, Tumblr’ers…so please…if you could take just five minutes out of your day to vote and share this request with your fellow lovers of children’s literature..?

Umm…cookies.  I could back you all cookies.

Or…better yet, in keeping with the book’s themes, I could bake you cinnamon-crusted apple pie with chunks of sharp cheddar :D

THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU in advance <3

Consider the space
between lovers after a quarrel,the white sheet a cold metaphorbetween them.

Now picture the brief spacebefore death enters, hat in hand:vanishing years, filled with light.
Linda Pastan

Consider the space

between lovers after a quarrel,
the white sheet a cold metaphor
between them.

Now picture the brief space
before death enters, hat in hand:
vanishing years, filled with light.

Linda Pastan

Sometimes the most beautiful and the most healing thing in the world is knowing that there are bright, compassionate, loving people in this world that can feel the way you do, too. 

Sometimes the most beautiful and the most healing thing in the world is knowing that there are bright, compassionate, loving people in this world that can feel the way you do, too. 

Of love and relationships, Rilke believed in the role of “each person protecting the solitude of the other.”
Reading this under the peaceful glow of that generous sky, I could not have felt any more loved, any more a child of twilight allowed to have both her shadows and her light whether or not it makes sense. For this, too, is how I shall claim all aspirations of love—to look at another, a friend, a family member, a cat, and be able to say, even if only in my head:
There is a place inside you so special I cannot reach it. But I know it is there. And that is enough.
Rilke

Of love and relationships, Rilke believed in the role of “each person protecting the solitude of the other.”

Reading this under the peaceful glow of that generous sky, I could not have felt any more loved, any more a child of twilight allowed to have both her shadows and her light whether or not it makes sense. For this, too, is how I shall claim all aspirations of love—to look at another, a friend, a family member, a cat, and be able to say, even if only in my head:

There is a place inside you so special I cannot reach it. But I know it is there. And that is enough.

Rilke

brokensaint:

They call this Silence
it is anything but
beneath steady breath
and behind heavy eyes
where a storm brews
and every thought
makes thunder
the whispers of yearning
the music of laughter
the hammering of heartbeats
the echoes of desire
flood the soundless void
in great and terrible waves 
like it’s the end of the world
and I can only witness
The sound, the voice, the word
Come from all sides
Rising like a choir 
screaming a song
that will make me deaf
until the only thing 
I will ever hear
is the sweet Silence
of You

brokensaint:

They call this Silence
it is anything but
beneath steady breath
and behind heavy eyes
where a storm brews
and every thought
makes thunder
the whispers of yearning
the music of laughter
the hammering of heartbeats
the echoes of desire
flood the soundless void
in great and terrible waves 
like it’s the end of the world
and I can only witness
The sound, the voice, the word
Come from all sides
Rising like a choir 
screaming a song
that will make me deaf
until the only thing 
I will ever hear
is the sweet Silence
of You
My alarm has a purr function and a play at 4am function - can&#8217;t seem to turn either off=))

My alarm has a purr function and a play at 4am function - can’t seem to turn either off=))

Day 8 Travel! If I&#8217;m not doing it, I&#8217;m dreaming of it or looking at photos of places I&#8217;d love to go.

Day 8 Travel! If I’m not doing it, I’m dreaming of it or looking at photos of places I’d love to go.

Don&#8217;t get stuck sleeping with your dreams.
Wake up and chase them.

Don’t get stuck sleeping with your dreams.

Wake up and chase them.