July 18th, 2014
Because when I read, I don’t really read; I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop, or I sip it like a liqueur until the thought dissolves in me like alcohol, infusing brain and heart and coursing on through the veins to the root of each blood vessel.
Bohumil Hrabal, Too Loud a Solitude
July 18th, 2014

"Ash, Annette, Ri, and I once had a conversation about what makes writers different than other people. We concluded that non-writers worry that writing about their lives will get in the way of actually experiencing their lives, whereas writers worry that if they don’t write about something then they’ll fail to fully live it." -Briallen Hopper, Young Adult Cancer Story

July 18th, 2014
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July 18th, 2014
riverandthetrees:

"We walked beside the tracks and our feet sent up clouds of black dust at every step." (“The Body” by King, "Stand by me" by Reiner 1986)

riverandthetrees:

"We walked beside the tracks and our feet sent up clouds of black dust at every step."
(“The Body” by King, "Stand by me" by Reiner 1986)

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July 18th, 2014

Words To Live By

“If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery—isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you’ll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you’re going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It’s the only good fight there is.” -Bukowski

July 18th, 2014
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