This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important.
How The Face Changes With Shifting A Light Source.
lol that dive your self-esteem takes when you see yourself in a gas station bathroom mirror
Queen Margaery - breaker of awkward moments.
Three Wise Monkeys
It looks like they’ve just watched the HIMYM finale
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We used to be best buddies,
But now we’re not.
I wish you would tell me why…
OH MY HEART
'Do you wanna punch a Nazi? It kinda has to be a Nazi.'
Matthew Broderick, Mia Sara and Alan Ruck in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (1986)
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Another lover hits the universe. The circle is broken. But with death comes rebirth. And like all lovers and sad people, I am a poet.
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If that boy’s still walking, it’s because you let him go.
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