May 2009
1 post
30. Today something remarkable happened.
okayjokesover:
helloimdorothy:
bandages:
todayilived:
I watched a sales lady at a clothing store help a beautiful, skinny girl reach a very cute shirt. I didn’t think much about her - she looked like all the other girls at my high school who think they’re the greatest things on the planet because of their long, thick hair and small waists. After giving it to her, I walked up to the sales...
April 2009
1 post
100 Must-Read Books: The Essential Man’s Library →
missworld:
barefootinthewoods:
anonymousghostwriter:
plainoljane:
littlemisslibrarian:
They describe it as “the top 100 books that have shaped the lives of individual men while also helping define broader cultural ideas of what it means to be a man.” I would be interested in seeing the top 100 books that have shaped the lives of individual women while also helping define broader cultural...
March 2009
2 posts
You're a Genius all the time
dailymeh:
Jack Kerouac’s essentials, in his own words:
Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy
Submissive to everything, open, listening
Try never get drunk outside yr own house
Be in love with yr life
Sonething that you feel will find its own form
Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind
Blow as deep as you want to blow
Write what you want bottomless from...
“I keep thinking of how much I love talking to you, how good you look when you...”
– (via megamazing) (via enamour) (via earthquakesandheartache) (via apologies)
February 2009
7 posts
“There is a tension between that amorphous original idea and the very real thing...”
– The creative process, “Awareness of Audience:” the explicit (via somethingchanged)
“You are so thoroughly inside of my head now that I cannot do anything without...”
– ohmyitsmarylynn @ lj (via tellherlies) (via saynicole) (via tuesdayslove)
“We can let the circumstances of our lives harden us so that we become...”
– Dalai Lama (via bunson) (via spaceships)
“You can approach the act of writing with nervousness, excitement, hopefulness,...”
– Stephen King (via unicornology) (via srsly)
“I don’t remember what made us stop talking. I don’t even remember when the last...”
– (via saltinyourwounds) (via twosandfives) (via applewagon) (via leahcreates (via frannyandzooey)(via dilaudid) (via hit-or-miss) (via owlsgo) (via srsly)
“I am going to give you a piece of advice…advice I wish I’d been told in guidance...”
– Shampoo Planet by Douglas Coupland (via aodouls) (via breathsoftruth) (via samanthacaroline) (via tuesdayslove) (via unicornology) (via wedancedtogether) (via buyhercandy) (via singlescoop)
January 2009
2 posts
“I always felt that nobody was going to understand me, going to understand what I...”
– Truman Capote (via sandysays) (via sundaymorning) (via babydeer) (via bravery) (via kindteeth) (via wedancedtogether) (via unicornology) (via libbylovesnyc) (via singlescoop)
“The curse of our times is that you are supposed to decide your life at 16 and...”
– Alan Rickman
(via cherrylolita) (via candy-injection) (via electricalgloom) (via bohemea) (via thepitman) (via isthisblood) (via singlescoop) (via semisetadrift)
December 2008
5 posts
“Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m...”
– Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, by Jonathan Safran Foer (via ebb-andflow) (via srsly)
“I am an artist…It’s self-evident that what that word implies is looking for...”
– Vincent Van Gogh (via tylerknott) (via ronenreblogs) (via sympathyfortheartgallery) (via maybeitsallok)
“When you look back on your life, it looks as though it were a plot, but when you...”
– Arthur Schopenhauer (via hellovagina) (via suddenly)
“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that...”
– Billy, Age 4 (via thoughtsdetained) (via jaim) (via marjchun) (via pieces) (via kendraspear)
November 2008
7 posts
“And by the way, everything in life is worth writing about if you have the...”
– Sylvia Plath (via brieflynoted: emilyposts: youcantstopthesignal: cafe) (via thresca) (via theipodguru) (via lhh) (via breathsoftruth) (via srsly) (via unicornology)
“I wanted to tell you all my secrets but you became one instead.”
– (via littlemiss) (via kari-shma) (via titlepage)
“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.”
– Robert Frost (via everybodycares)
“I’m selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I’m out of...”
– Marilyn Monroe (via Jennifer) (via quotedropper) (via kari-shma) (via breathsoftruth) (via srsly)
“I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, but through it...”
– Agatha Christie (via stewardesses) (via imjustlikeme)
“The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you...”
– Stephen King, Different Seasons (via kishamarie) (via unicornology) (via ledgeradio) (via finallyseeing) (via headlights) (via amandoline) (via skysignal)
“I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think...”
– Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without A Country. (via skysignal)
October 2008
11 posts
“I believe in everything until it’s disproved. So I believe in fairies, the...”
– John Lennon (via theloveyturtle) (via jessicachu) (via kari-shma) (via amandoline) (via unicornology)
“I’m beginning to think that maybe it’s not just how much you love someone. Maybe...”
– The Accidental Tourist (via cica) (via pieces) (via marjchun) (via jaim) (via kari-shma) (via amandoline) (via unicornology)
“No one can speak frankly about pain until they are no longer enduring it.”
– Memoirs of a Geisha (via srsly)
“Because writers remember everything, Paul. Especially the hurts. Strip a writer...”
– Misery by Stephen King (via srsly)
unicornology:
hellovagina:
The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read. Not by any other person, and not even by yourself at some later date. Otherwise you begin excusing yourself. You must see the writing as emerging like a long scroll of ink from the index finger of your right hand; you must see your left hand erasing it.
— Margaret...
“Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth.”
– Alan Watts (via msbojangles) (via bebelestrange) (via unicornology)
“Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through...”
– Ellen Goodman (via travors) (via marco) (via sailingonthesea) (via unicornology)
“Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get — only what you are...”
– Katharine Hepburn (via bluenemesis:via veiledyellow) (via seriouslythough) (via titlepage)
alphabetpony:
When you are young, you always expect that the world is going to end. And then you get older and the world still chugs along and you are forced to re-evaluate your stance on the apocalypse as well as your own relationship to time and death. You realize that the world will indeed continue, with or without you, and the pictures you see in your head. So you try to understand the...
alphabetpony:
I don’t know how long regret existed before humans stuck a word on it. I don’t know how many paper towels it would take to wipe up the Pacific Ocean, or why the light of a candle being blown out travels faster than the luminescence of one that’s just been lit, but I do know that all our huffing and puffing into each other’s ears—as if the brain was a trick birthday...
“A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely...”
– Edward de Bono via anonymous am i: LA AL (via soupsoup) (via unicornology)
September 2008
2 posts
All the lights are off and the back door triple-checked; the traffic rumble wanes and the thrum of the refrigerator spreads to take its place. Even when I move away from the kitchen I can hear its echo. It rattles the plumbing and loose skirt boards, filling the space where my father ought to be playing his Delta Goodrem techno remixes. Randal is sent to bed, red-eyed from today’s session of MSN...
tarts:
Every year it rains on my birthday. When I turned eighteen the water rose to kiss my doorstep, and when I churned across the backyard I left craters of mud in my wake. I couldn’t save the clothesline, bowed under the weight of wet sheets and sinking in the softening dirt. The year before that, the rain was a fine mist that beaded the folds of my fishbone plait. I remember my mother told...