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There's an art to everything

(Source: twitter.com)

“When I was excited about life, I didn’t want to write at all. I’ve never written when I was happy. I didn’t want to. But I’ve never had a long period of being happy, Do you think anyone has? I think you can be peaceful for a long time, When I think about it, if I had to choose, I’d rather be happy than write. You see, there’s very little invention in my books. What came first with most of them was the wish to get rid of this awful sadness that weighed me down . I found when I was a child that if I could put the hurt into words, it would go. It leaves a sort of melancholy behind and then it goes.” 

(Jean Rhys)

rubyetc:

ohh ya gotta love an unyielding sense of impending doom

rubyetc:

ohh ya gotta love an unyielding sense of impending doom

(via englishmajorinrepair)

"Here it is better to allow for what happens, all of it…

Have you noticed how uninvited

Anything pure is? Be brave.”

(William Stafford, “An Address to the Vacationers at Cape Lookout)

"I like to see people reunited, maybe that’s a silly thing, but what an I say, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and they crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone."

(Jonathan Safran Foer, “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close”)

"—so she built a skyscraper of procrastination"

(Ani DiFranco, “School Night”)

They spent the next half-hour texting. I wanted to text someone but no one was expecting to hear from me. I had friends but they were mostly school or church friends. We didn’t play with each other’s hair or tell each other our deepest secrets. It wasn’t at all what I’d thought junior high friends would be like—I thought we’d be sleeping in the same bed, shopping for clothes. I thought we’d tell each other everything. I knew it was my own fault. When someone lightly touched my arm or leg while we were talking, I flinched. I didn’t know how I could want things so badly while making it impossible to ever get them.

The Last Days of California by Mary Miller (via nouvelliste)

(via nogreatillusion)

I just wanna wear red lipstick and be irresponsible

I turn the engine, but the engine doesn’t turn
Well it smells of cheap wine & cigarettes
This place is always such a mess
Sometimes I think I’d like to watch it burn
I’m so alone, and I feel just like somebody else
Man, I ain’t changed, but I know I ain’t the same”

(The Wallflowers, “One Headlight”)

But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow.

I will give you no more hiding place down here.”

(Maya Angelou, “On the Pulse of Morning”)

RIP a brilliant, beautiful, fearless person: Maya Angelou, 1928-2014

nogreatillusion:

mykicks:

One time when I was looking for work my dad emailed me an article called “careers for people who don’t like talking to people.”

Can you forward that to me?

"I’m afraid of settling down
into a love
that ain’t love at all.”

(Melissa Ferrick, “Freedom”)

"I don’t care if they eat me alive

I’ve got better things to do than survive”

(Ani DiFranco, “Swan Dive”)

Nothing thicker than a knife’s blade separates happiness from melancholy.

—Virginia Woolf, Orlando (via life-duringwartime)

(via an-itinerant-poet)

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