December 2009
So You Want to Be a Writer, Charles Bukowski
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don’t do it.
when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.
there is no other way.
and there never was.
(via...
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there you go
One day there’ll be someone who’ll talk to you until you fall asleep; and then wake up in the gray predawn together, overflowing with all the stories you’ve collected while you were gone, while you were far away and dreaming.
And you’ll be glad you came back, safe and sound.
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The Five Stages of Lady Gaga
robotlauren:
shortskirtlongjacket:
missworld:
kayfabe:
discodazzler:saafz:
Or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Let Gaga Be Great
1. Denial- This isn’t happening. She’s not real. “Just Dance” has to be a forgery. She has to be sampling. Oh, I know, this is a cover. No? It’s all her? She writes her own songs? Plays the piano? Actually sings? I refuse to believe this. Believing this...
“People don’t want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their...”
– Survivor by Chuck Palahniuk (via ignify)
What music do you guys like to listen to when...
I need some reccos, please & thank you!
Disqus, answer, reblog per your inclination C’:
clients, wut
GRAGH, it kills my soul just a little bit to bend to the aesthetic judgment of people whose charmingly utilitarian understanding of color and composition nevertheless trumps my (one would think) slightly more experienced sensibilities in these areas. I guess it’s good to learn that now—that clients are going to make you cringe and shrivel up inside with the things they want you to do....
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well
It’s a really weird thing, talking with people you don’t know very well or at all. I imagine it like you’re having a conversation in different rooms of a house. It’s a curious, superficial, glancing sort of exchange—it’s so terribly innocuous and restrained. Maybe it’s a sign I’m not very good at it, because sometimes when I’ve put sufficient...
China, I give you an F →
corcordium:
How do I know China wrecked the Copenhagen deal? I was in the room.
Also, lord I am behind on the world news :/
Pfft, China needs to stop repeatedly fucking itself up the ass in the international arena. Why, motherland. :(
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