(Source: gratatouille, via rebelliouspirit)
(Source: gratatouille, via rebelliouspirit)
—
Joan Didion, from “On Keeping a Notebook”, in “Slouching Towards Bethlehem: Essays” (via mitochondria)
Professed journal-keeper.
(via kirinmccrory)
(via kirinmccrory)
God I want you,
In some chaste, Victorian way.
A glimpse of your ankle
just kills me.
—Want, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)
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A real writer is someone for whom writing is a terrible ordeal. That is because he knows, deep down, with an awful clarity, that there are limitless ways to fill a page with words, and that he will never, ever, do it perfectly. On some level, that knowledge haunts him all the time. He will always be juggling words in his head, trying to get them closer to a tantalizing, unreachable ideal.
It’s a torment you can’t escape. It will reach even into the comfort of a drunken sleep, and it will shake you awake, and send you, heart pumping, to an empty piece of paper.
If you have that, you can be a good writer. Congratulations, I guess.
—A Fiddler in the Subway (via mrdirkadirka)
I’m a nanny. I’m a writer. I’m writing about nannying.
hey, I have another blog I just created. it would be great if you followed it. but it’s your life, do whatever you want.
dream date: we get chinese food delivered, it’s raining, i take a shower in your shower (it must be a nice shower with good water pressure), you let me wear your clothes after i shower, you have a dog that i can pet, we watch movies, i fall asleep in your bed for like fifteen hours, you fall in love with me
(Source: punkbunnies, via srda)
WHOA THERE COOL IT THAT’S WAAAAY TOO MUCH FROSTING FOR ONE DUNKAROO YOU GOTTA RATION THAT SHIT
(via rebelliouspirit)
srda:
So what happened to you
Thought I knew you
No more chances
I’m gone and gone
and gone and gone
‘Cause it used to be my life and soul
Keeping everything in tune
What the heck man?
Last time I checked man
We had it all
It was just me and you
So what happened to you
I thought I knew you
No more chances
I’m gone, gone
I’m gone, gone, gone
Ohhhh (Well you did not wait for the last time)
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(Source: chained-asylum, via srda)