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There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has found one. Then, singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine. And, dying, it rises above its own agony to outcarol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song, existence the price. But the whole world stills to listen, and God in His heaven smiles. For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain… Or so says the legend.
Colleen McCullough, The Thorn Birds (via quoted-books)

i was reading ‘the summoning’ while i was getting my hair braided on saturday

laffbending:

where chloe was wtfing at rape culture because saying a guy is bothering you/threatening you does not mean you’re interested in him

and then rae agreed with her and apologized for thinking that

and i went, “is this an actual book am i reading? did that just happen? oh god my heart is about to explode, aaaaaaah, why can’t i get on tumblr i want to write my feelings all over this.”

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