What’s the point of being a writer or an artist anyway? Herman Melville wrote fucking “Moby Dick,” he was so poor and forgotten by the time he died that in his obituary they called him Henry Melville. You know, like, why bother? They’re just going to forget our fucking names anyway. Your Herman Melville story, that, that’s bullshit. It’s true, they called him...
there’s a drumming noise inside my head that starts when you’re around i swear that you could hear it it makes such an all mighty sound louder than sirens louder than bells sweeter than heaven and hotter than hell
Matilda said, ‘Never do anything by halves if you want to get away with...– roald dahl
[hey babe, take a walk on the wild side]
She’s Got You High- Mumm-Ra
the dog days are over
happiness, hit her like a train on a track coming towards her, stuck still no turning back she hid around corners and she hid under beds she killed it with kisses and from it she fled with every bubble she sank with a drink and washed it away down the kitchen sink
I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that...– atticus finch
Every Sunday I would take a long walk to a deserted beach café to have a coffee and a jelly doughnut…I savored these small indulgences, slipping a quarter in the jukebox and listening to “Strawberry Fields” three times in a row. It was my private ritual and the words and voice of John Lennon provided me with strength when I faltered. - Patti Smith
“There’s no substitute for the feel of an actual book. I adore physically turning pages, and being able to underline passages and not worrying about dropping them in the bath or running out of power. I also find print books objects of beauty, and I don’t speak as a precious, first-edition-mustn’t-crack-the-spine-type collector, but as somebody who loves a shiny new paperback, and the smell of...
So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger—because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.
“Growing old is unavoidable, but never growing up is possible. I believe you can retain certain things from your childhood if you protect them— certain traits, certain places where you don’t let the world go.” -johnny depp
we sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us...– dostoyevsky (via morganmartinez)
nothing was ever in tune. people just blindly grabbed at whatever there was: communism, health foods, zen, surfing, ballet, hypnotism, group encounters, orgies, biking, herbs, catholicism, weight-lifting, travel, withdrawal, vegetarianism, India, painting, writing, sculpting, composing, conducting, backpacking, yoga, copulating, gambling, drinking, hanging around, frozen yoghurt, Beethoven, Bach,...
she held herself very straight, like Audrey Hepburn, whom all women idolize and...– virginsuicides