Just finished the fifth draft of a project I’ve been working on since August. First draft: ~28,000 words Fifth draft: ~23, 600 words Thumbs in suspenders, I’m going out for a drink.
october-afternoons: partybarackisinthehousetonight: im going to open a literature-themed coffee/dessert shop called “Lord of the Pies” and some of the flavor names will be: the grape gatsby lime & punishment the adventures of blackberry finn the crepes of wrath the catcher in the pie war and quiche around the world in eighty buffets 20,000 leagues under the tea the call of the...
If you’re a kid and you want to be a writer, it’s unlikely that your elders are gonna give you a hard time about it; it is, ostensibly, a pursuit that’ll bolster your grades if you really get a grip on it and since we’re all pretty much in agreement about the necessity of a good education it’ll be looked upon as a productive and felicitous pastime. It’s also – as far as youthful hobbies go –...
I’m not telling you to make the world better, because I don’t think that...– Joan Didion (via kateoplis)
I read All the Pretty Horses last week in three days and I’m now halfway through the sequel, The Crossing, and I have a feeling that thirty years from now, when I’m looking back on the feverish two-or-so weeks I spent reading McCarthy’s Border Trilogy, I’ll be citing it as a moment of change.
Confronting post-graduate life I’m finding that the only things I can do without much worrying or self-assessment are drink and read, preferably at the same time, and but I’ve gotten back to writing, as well, with some measure of consistency (won’t talk about competency) and I’m finding that, anxious as I get about it, it’s good and healthy and felicitous to have a...
tumblr is unfortunately the only place i ever see women with sleeve and/or neck tattoos
aye one time i owed the library like 400 dollas...
niggaimdeadass: it was the summer of 7th grade going to 8th a nigga was stressed and depressed walking home like “how the fuck did i manage to do this to myself” on the brink of tears everyday scared to tell my mom luckily they had this program “read away your fees” or some shit like that every half an hour you sat in the library and read it took 2 dollars off my niggas. my...
plagued by sobriety
Soon I would be leaving this world to make my way as a writer, and as such I...– Henry Miller (via rubyinthedust)
Anonymous asked: Can you post more shit like seriously your writing makes me laugh.
Anonymous asked: What's new these days?
mianaya: grubbsgrady: therealhamster: 2004 was 17 years ago 2004 was only 9 years ago math
stillfallingdizzy: 1-enoch: last night i was absentmindedly toying with something on the kitchen counter while i was on the computer and when i looked down i realized it was a cockroach. i was petting it. i was petting a cockroach and the cockroach was sitting there probably really enjoying it. we had a moment. you know that thing of when two straight guys accidentally do something gay and...
There aint no devil, there’s just God when he’s drunk.– Tom Waits
heycassbutts: davidisbeyonce: agoraphobia-bercheni: anunacceptedpylades: davidisbeyonce: Did somebody say *camera zooms in on my face* Pizza this is literally me uhm i think thats leonardo dicaprio well neither of us have won an oscar so it’s hard to tell
At one time I thought the most important thing was talent. I think now that the...– William Faulkner (via alessandraleee)
supine; blanketed; dawn
she (hand on forehead, giggling): i was trying to be friendly about it at first but honestly i was fighting the urge to just start cleaning your room and to keep talking while i did it.
he: i couldn't shrug hard enough to convey how fine i'd be with that.
my friend texted me the other night
scottfriday: informing me that “dog food lid” backwards was “dildo of god”, and i just wanted to share it with you ‘uns here as well.
I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept...– John Steinbeck (via perfect)
wheatdirt asked: OHHHHHH mAAAAAAN
bloner: things that should be allowed to be used in essays: i shit you not you feel me no but get this i’m just sayin let me explain you a thing and yeah
Just read ‘The Fault in Our Stars’ through three angsty sittings between Saturday and now, finally getting glossy-eyed by myself at a Chili’s bar this afternoon as I went through the last pages. Good stuff.
when i fantasize about a perfect adulthood
• some quiet • some scotch • pizza • put mushrooms and ham on the pizza if it isn’t a burden • lamplight • big chair • spacious desk • G-2 gel pens with .07 tips (color: blue or green, pref.) • legal pads • queen size bed in the corner of the room, under a window • charismatic woman (i have one in mind) coming by every evening for fruit salad and booze and blanket-tangling • books that...