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Dreams
I keep on having dreams about failed marriages. Somebody make them stop.
"Anything, it’s a muscle. Creativity is a muscle and the more you exercise it the stronger it gets. The more that I’m around that, the more I want to create."
Andy Bothwell.
I got my writing box. I got my brand new candle (smelling of moonflower and neroli). I got my Hotel Monteleone pen and books on NOLA. I got this.
I got my writing box. I got my brand new candle (smelling of moonflower and neroli). I got my Hotel Monteleone pen and books on NOLA. I got this.
"What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction."
Chuck Palahniuk (via samantha-maria)
"A book, too, can be a star, ‘explosive material, capable of stirring up fresh life endlessly,’ a living fire to lighten the darkness, leading out into the expanding universe."
Madeleine L’Engle (via -daydream-believer-)
Happy Christmas
Top 26 Posts
Beginning at the beginning and preceding in a forward fashion…
3. Allergies
4. Question.
6. Talent
7. Breathless
8. Day 2-Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered Am I
10. Spoiler Alert
11. Paging Hope
12. Writing
15. Soul Home
16. All Grown Up
17. Summer
19. Indigo
20. The Unfortunate Tragedy of My Life
21. The Most Beautiful Place in the World: The Hilltop At Night
22. Mississippi
23. Lightning
24. Measurements
25. Language
"The banjo is to music what bacon is to food. Everything goes better with it."
from VH1’s Top 40 of 2011 (via uberbethy)
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A Kiss Like Guilt
When she looked back to face him, she wasn’t as surprised as she should have been that his lips were descending towards her’s. The kiss felt like a hot air balloon: a rootless, rising feeling somewhere near her stomach that almost made her panic. The kiss wasn’t sweet like chocolate and it definitely wasn’t innocent. It was tangy with guilt but with smoky, intoxicating undertones like barbecue sauce or cigarette smoke. And when he backed her into the railing and pushed against her, she wasn’t even worried about falling. She had already fallen weeks ago, hard and fast.
The Deep End
"First, try to be something, anything, else. A movie star/astronaut. A movie star missionary. A movie star/kindergarten teacher. President of the World. Fail miserably. It is best if you fail at an early age — say, fourteen. Early, critical disillusionment is necessary so that at fifteen you can write long haiku sequences about thwarted desire. It is a pond, a cherry blossom, a wind brushing against sparrow wing leaving for mountain. Count the syllables. Show it to your mom. She is touch and practical. She has a son in Vietnam and a husband who may be having an affair. She believes in wearing brown because it hides spots. She’ll look briefly at your writing, then back up at you with a face blank as a donut. She’ll say: “How about emptying the dishwasher?” Look away. Shove the forks in the fork drawer. Accidentally break one of the freebie gas station glasses. This is the required pain and suffering. This is only for starters."
Lorrie Moore, read more http://www.ninetymeetingsinninetydays.com/lorriemooore.html
