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iwilleatyourenglish:

iwilleatyourenglish:

sometimes, when life gets particularly sad or hard, i remind myself that my leopard gecko begs at the glass when i’m ripping paper towels and then runs to the top of his log in anticipation of me putting a bit there because he likes to spoon with it

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someone wanted to see what he looks like when i’m about to give him the paper towel

behold a baby lizard attempting to contain a joy too large for his tiny body

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For fantasy is true, of course. It isn’t factual, but it is true. Children know that. Adults know it too, and that is precisely why many of them are afraid of fantasy. They know that its truth challenges, even threatens, all that is false, all that is phony, unnecessary, and trivial in the life they have let themselves be forced into living. They are afraid of dragons, because they are afraid of freedom.
Ursula K. LeGuin, “Why Americans are Afraid of Dragons” (via lowereastnowhere)