July 2012
“I think I should aim at nothing more than ridding myself of lying, negative attitudes, trying to control how other people see me, overconcern about what others think of me, dishonest expression of emotions, trying to possess that which isn’t mine, false humility, lack of discipline: physically, mentally, spiritually and of all that leaves me incapable of giving and receiving love. Simply, I don’t have to try to be a poet or how I imagine a poet should or would be. I don’t even have to write, as long as I am honest to each moment rather than to ideas of myself.”
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Saul Williams, The Dead Emcee Scrolls (via wellareyou)
this is why writers are the best people… ever…
(via ginandbird)
“Let me be perfectly frank. This is one of my favorite traditions. I relish it so much…who wrote this s#!t?”
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NYC Mayor Mike Bloomberg, reciting his speech at yesterday’sweigh-in for Nathan’s hot-dog-eating contest. A junior speechwriter had written the text.
At least 75% of political speeches should end this way.
(via parislemon)
“I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.”
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Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
(via gaws)
“Sometimes you don’t need to talk things out. Sometimes, with the right person, things just need some time to percolate on their own, without the messy lunge and parry of discussion to hinder them.”
—Everything Changes by Jonathan Tropper (via thatkindofwoman)
Listen
Hungry Like A Wolf by Duran Duran
shared from exfm
First Song I Heard This Morning. It’s gonna be a good day. Happy quasi-friday, everyone. Have a Happy 4th!
And if you are studying for the bar exam, I’m sorry. From here on out everyday feels like the worst Monday of your life, each day more horrifying than the day before. But it is totally normal and it will all be over soon. Just remember there are thousands of you who feel this way all around the country. There will be many a shots of Jameson for each of you on the other side.
“I can’t stand it to think my life is going so fast and I’m not really living it.”
—Ernest Hemingway (via saddest-summer)
