It was always November, or December, or some cold month, even April, with it’s hope and all of it lost on the seasons and the atmosphere and the secret sun. 271 more words
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Last night I finally finished The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury and needless to say it was amazing. Up until now, I really only thought of Bradbury as the man who wrote Fahrenheit 451 (also amazing) and never really bothered to read many of his other works because I was never a big science fiction fan. 845 more words
OH MY GOD KEN!
SOMEBODY JUST CALLED!
Please play this song as you read this post because I am utterly obsessed and listen to it constantly and I like to pretend that as I walk about town that it’s the soundtrack to my life and we’re just at the mid-way point montage and everyone is like – WILL SHE MAKE IT? 603 more words