My mind feels dull, and I can’t even crank out a single line of the writing I had hoped to do. I feel drained. Have you ever just wanted to get in the shower, and stand under the hot water till you forget how long you’ve been there? I feel like that might do me some good today.
If I could have any superpower, mine would be the ability to look kind of like...
Awesome Thing #1274: Getting a delivery and you’re not quite sure what it is because you forgot what you were waiting for, but you know it’s bound to be awesome anyway.
The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim...– George Moore
I am boarding a bus to Vermont. When I get there, I am going to kiss her and tell her I love her. I am going to be the happiest I can possibly be.
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I’ve got magic. I’ve got poetry at my fingertips.– Charlie Sheen
If people cannot write well, they cannot think well, and if they cannot think...– George Orwell
Let others pride themselves about how many pages they have written; I’d...– Jorge Luis Borges
To write or even speak English is not a science but an art. There are no...– George Orwell
The greatest enemy of clear language is insincerity.– George Orwell
Frank Bortone says (12: 11 AM)
We be mad OG.
Justin says (12: 11 AM)
Sup, yo! Crap be bills and all, hey?
Frank Bortone says (12: 12 AM)
Feces be legal tender, homeslice.
Justin says (12: 13 AM)
Excrement be a form of united currency, panhandler.
Frank Bortone says (12: 14 AM)
Indeed, solid waste is exchangeable for goods and services, close male acquaintance.
I’ve never been more sure of anything than this.
A little over 7 days left. Nothing left to pack. One week - one bag for me and one for everything else.
The sun shines and warms and lights us and we have no curiosity to know why this...– Ralph Waldo Emerson (via madaeli26)
The future used to worry me. Now, I actually look forward to it. I can’t say for sure that I know how things will turn out in the end, but I have a good feeling about it.
When an unbiased person confirms what you’ve known all along, you can be...
Everyone deals with grief differently. Some sob uncontrollably. Some keep it together, but slip every once in a while. Some deal with it using laughter. Any time you’re at a funeral, it’s never one or another. It’s all of them, mixed together. There’s guaranteed to be at least one of each type. I spent most of the day listening to sobbing and emotional speeches and...
Tonight in New York (October 2010)
Window open wide, with breeze coming inside, and a sweet smelling note on the air. Crystal clear sky as stars sparkle and shine, and I’m left laying without a care. The night wind is cold, and the moon’s glow is gold as the city sounds sing to my ears. I sigh and I smile; I’ll stay here a while. I feel like I’ve been here for years.