mrsilverette:

Here’s to 90 years of The Great Gatsby.

And here’s to 90 more.

Poem of the day:
"B" by Sarah Kay

If I should have a daughter, instead of “Mom,” she’s gonna call me “Point B,” 
because that way she knows that no matter what happens, 
at least she can always find her way to me.

And I’m going to paint solar systems on the backs of her hands 
so she has to learn the entire universe before she can say, 
“Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.”

And she’s going to learn that this life will hit you hard in the face, 
wait for you to get back up just so it can kick you in the stomach. 
But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs 
how much they like the taste of air. 

There is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed by Band-Aids or poetry. 
So the first time she realizes that Wonder Woman isn’t coming, 
I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself 
because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, 
your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal.
Believe me, I’ve tried.

And, “baby,” I’ll tell her, “don’t keep your nose up in the air like that. 
I know that trick; I’ve done it a million times. 
You’re just smelling for smoke 
so you can follow the trail back to a burning house, 
so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire 
to see if you can save him.
Or else find the boy who lit the fire in the first place, 
to see if you can change him.” 

But I know she will anyway, 
so instead I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boots nearby,
because there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix. 
Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks that chocolate can’t fix. 
But that’s what the rain boots are for, 
because rain will wash away everything, if you let it.

I want her to look at the world through the underside of a glass-bottom boat, 
to look through a microscope at the galaxies that exist on the pinpoint of a human mind, 
because that’s the way my mom taught me.

That there’ll be days like this. 
♫ There’ll be days like this, my momma said. ♫ 
When you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises;
when you step out of the phone booth and try to fly 
and the very people you want to save are the ones standing on your cape; 
when your boots will fill with rain, 
and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment. 
And those are the very days you have all the more reason to say thank you. 
Because there’s nothing more beautiful 
than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, 
no matter how many times it’s sent away.

You will put the wind in winsome, lose some. 
You will put the star in starting over, and over. 
And no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute, 
be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life.

And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting, I am pretty damn naive. 
But I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. 
It can crumble so easily, 
but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it. 
“Baby,” I’ll tell her, 
“remember, your momma is a worrier, and your poppa is a warrior, 
and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more.”

Remember that good things come in threes; and so do bad things. 
And always apologize when you’ve done something wrong, 
but don’t you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining.
Your voice is small, but don’t ever stop singing. 

And when they finally hand you heartache, 
when they slip war and hatred under your door a
nd offer you handouts on street-corners of cynicism and defeat, 
you tell them that they really ought
to meet your mother

So many books, so little time.
Frank Zappa

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If there’s a book that you want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.
Toni Morrison

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Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercials, no batteries, hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent. What I wonder is why everybody doesn’t carry a book around for those inevitable dead spots in life
Stephen King

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That’s the thing about books. They let you travel without moving your feet.
Jhumpa Lahiri, The Namesake

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To my followers…

Hello guys! Sorry I have neglected my blog this summer. School and working full time is taking up all of my free time… Not to mention homework, ect.. But I have found some time to read some awesome books. I haven’t put a dent in either of them, but what I have read thus far is pretty awesome (they are listed below).
In the meantime I would like to know what you guys are reading this summer! Also do not forget to share your creative writing and favorite quotes. That is what Inspired by Lit is all about!!

11/22/63 by Stephen King
Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern
The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri

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"There is a difference between being put out and being put outdoors. If you are put out, you go somewhere else; if you are outdoors, there is no place to go. The distinction was subtle but final. Outdoors was the end of something, an irrevocable, physical fact, defining and complementing our metaphysical condition. Being a minority in both caste and class, we moved about anyway on the hem of life, struggling to consolidate our weaknesses and hang on, or to creep singly up into the major folds of the garment. our peripheral existence however, was something we had learned to deal with- probably because it was abstract. But the concreteness of being outdoors was another matter- like the difference between the concept of death and being, in fact, dead. Dead doesn’t change, and outdoors is here to stay.”

Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye

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Is the Fifty Shades of Grey series worth reading?

I have heard that this new series is nothing but horrible soft porn novels and a poor version of the Twilight series…But they are popular? I dont get it… Tell me what you think below!

Summer school is going to be the death of me…

One more week and I am done for the summer. Then I can finally get back to blogging!

Summer Reading List

Moll Flanders by Daniel Defoe

Inferno by Dante Alighieri

Gulliver’s Travels by Jonathan Swift

King Lear by Shakespeare

Measure for Measure by Shakespeare

11/22/63 by Stephen King

Paradise by Toni Morrison

The Collected Autobiographies of Maya Angelou by Maya Angelou

What is on your list to read this summer? Sound out below!

I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
Maya Angelou

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