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endiings   : Sources here, pretty please? =) 
1st-Jan-2013 10:12 pm
endiings  : Sources here, pretty please? =)
Kirsten Dunst
28th-Apr-2009 09:11 am (UTC)
Sorry. XD
29th-Apr-2009 06:18 am (UTC)
Hahaha, that's cool. It was really good!
12th-May-2009 05:34 am (UTC)
Thank you =)
4th-Jun-2009 02:07 am (UTC)
It's from The Road by Cormac McCarthy.
4th-Jun-2009 05:22 am (UTC)
Oh dammit, now I feel stupid, I've read that, XD. Thanks!
8th-Jun-2009 10:55 pm (UTC)
I wrote this ending: http://community.livejournal.com/endiings/306103.html

I'm glad you enjoyed it :]
9th-Jun-2009 12:49 am (UTC)
Ohh, you're a wonderful writer, in that case =).
18th-Aug-2009 03:10 am (UTC)
The Intended, by David Dabydeen
19th-Aug-2009 06:13 am (UTC)
Thank you =).
26th-Aug-2009 02:11 pm (UTC)
31st-Aug-2009 03:01 am (UTC)
Thank you =).
8th-Sep-2009 12:13 am (UTC)
its from The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera
9th-Sep-2009 02:48 am (UTC)
Thank you!
30th-Sep-2009 10:47 pm (UTC) - source
water for elephants by sara gruen. it's my favorite book :)
1st-Oct-2009 03:37 am (UTC) - Re: source
Thanks so much =)!
25th-Dec-2009 08:52 pm (UTC)
For this:

It's the ending of a poem I wrote. The full length version is here.
4th-Jan-2010 09:54 am (UTC)
Thank you :). I love your icon!
4th-Jan-2010 09:57 am (UTC)
I just read the whole poem, it's so wonderful. You really capture those feelings quite well ♥ .
14th-Feb-2010 12:37 am (UTC)
a complicated kindess by miriam toews
14th-Feb-2010 07:34 am (UTC)
Thank you =D!
26th-Feb-2010 01:50 am (UTC)
Matthew Arnold, "Dover Beach"
26th-Mar-2010 05:10 am (UTC)
this is from the short story "the man child" by james baldwin from his "going to meet the man" short story collection :)
28th-Mar-2010 08:11 pm (UTC)
Thank you =)!
2nd-Apr-2010 03:17 am (UTC)

this is from fragile things by neil gaiman (o:
27th-May-2010 07:36 am (UTC)
Thank you! And sorry it took me so long to reply ^^;;!
26th-May-2010 09:19 pm (UTC)

It's from Was, by Geoff Ryman. Beautiful book, but more than a little heartbreaking.
27th-May-2010 07:36 am (UTC)
Thank you so much =).
12th-Jun-2010 01:05 am (UTC) - ending quote source is:

The Dream Of Perpetual Motion , by Dexter Palmer.
12th-Jun-2010 09:04 am (UTC) - Re: ending quote source is:
Thanks so much =).
8th-Jul-2010 08:42 am (UTC)
My endiings source is from this:

Communion; Jeanann Verlee
I know a boy who called his girlfriend’s body a “crime scene.” Dad, my body is a crime scene. My body is lint and gasoline and matchstick. My body is a brush fire. It’s ticking, Dad, a slow alarm. I have rain boots. Lots of them. It isn’t raining anymore. The words are coming back, Dad. The way they fit and jump in the mouth. I want ice cream and long letters. I want to read long love letters but I don’t think he loves me. I think I’m used up. I think I’m the grit under his nails, the girl who looks good in pictures. I don’t think he loves me. I think they broke me, Dad. I think I drink too much and it’s because they broke me. I heard about two girls recently, two women crushed like cherries in a boy’s jaw. It opened me, Dad. My body is melted wax, it is ripe and stink and bent. It is a mistake. I walk like an apology. I don’t hate men, Dad, I don’t. I want a washing machine. I want someone else to do the dishes, someone to walk the dog. I have a hornet in my head, Dad. A hornet. She’s an angry bitch – she hurls herself against my skull. She stings. And stings. I know I don’t make sense, Dad. This is the problem. I’m a sick girl, a crazy wishbone. I have razors under my tongue. I’m sorry I cut you, Dad, I’m so—so sorry. I gave you a card for Father’s Day once, it said you were my hero. You are. Your laugh is a thunderclap, you love like surgery. I think they broke me, Dad. I can’t erase their faces. I want to swim, Dad. Remember when I used to hopscotch? I used to make you laugh. My feet are hot. The bottoms of my feet are scorched sand, August asphalt. My body is a slug, a mob of sticky wet rot. No one touches me anymore because I’m rot. Because my body is a spill no one wants to clean up. They cracked me open, Dad, I know you don’t want to hear about it. You don’t want to hear how they scissored me, how they gnawed me like raw meat. No one wants to hear how they made me drink lemon juice, how they kicked the dog, how they upturned the furniture, no one wants to hear how my skin turned to a dark thick of purple and black and lead. I watch the homeless a lot, Dad. I watched a man with a cup of coins and chips of skin carved out of his face. He had freckles. He needs medicine, Dad. He needs to stop the hornet. My body is a hive. I am red ants and jellyfish. A yellow sickness. My body is a used condom in an alley in Jersey City. I don’t think he loves me, Dad. My body is a fetus in biohazard tank. A Polaroid pinned to a corkboard in Brooklyn. I think I’m hurt, Dad. I think I was the tough girl for too long. My body is a wafer, a thin, soft melt on a choir boy’s tongue
19th-Jul-2010 10:28 pm (UTC)
Thank you =).
13th-Jul-2010 10:35 pm (UTC)
This is from No one belongs here more than you. Stories by Miranda July.
19th-Jul-2010 10:28 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much =)!
21st-Jul-2010 06:08 am (UTC)
This is from Einstein's Dreams, by Alan Lightman :)
22nd-Jul-2010 08:38 am (UTC)
Thank you so much =)!
11th-Aug-2010 04:43 pm (UTC)
My mother said our bodies could digest anything,
but that's a lie. Sometimes, at night, I feel
the battlefield moving inside of me.

Antietam by Sandra Beasley
12th-Aug-2010 12:08 am (UTC)
Thank you!
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