"And I’d like the cinematographer to call me, although something tells me he never will. I can’t understand that for one second, because honestly if I met myself at a party, I’d call. I’d call right away, I wouldn’t even play the game."

The Wilder Coast: This is what it means to say I’m getting by

Many thanks to Catherine for recommending this blog—an honest to god blog. Not about food, not gif-based, just good writing and observations.

"If I thought I had to say it better than anybody else, I’d never start. Better or worse is immaterial. The thing is that it has to be said, by me. We each have to say it, to say it in our own way. Not of our own will, but as it comes out through us. Good or bad, great or little: that isn’t what human creation is about. It is that we have to try."

Madeleine L’Engle, A Circle of Quiet (via laughterkey)

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"Okay, so we take and take and take. We mooch and we leach and betray. But only to give something back. If we’re very lucky, one reader out there will pick up a story and recognize herself. If not her soul, if not her secrets, maybe just her name. And maybe that will be enough to absolve us."

The Dish, “Literary Doppelgängers” (via nomnomnamaste)

"That’s all we have, finally, the words, and they had better be the right ones."

Raymond Carver, A Storyteller’s Shoptalk 

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Let’s call me a baptist, call this the drowning of the past 
She’s there on the shoreline throwing stones at my back.

So swim until you can’t see land.

[ evoke | an unwritten life]

It seems like I’m asking a lot—and I am—but it’s also the simplest question in the world and, deep down, you know the answer to it. This is either worth moving heaven and earth for or it’s not. It’s either everything or it’s just fun. And if it’s just fun, then great. I won’t lie to you: it’ll hurt, but I know—and owe—myself enough to say that I’d rather cry, feel bad for a month, and move on rather than think that this is something that it’s not.

So before telling me you have to cancel our date because of work or any other of the hundreds of reasons why we shouldn’t be together tonight, tell me true: What is this, what are you and I, worth to you?

"When I was a child, adults would tell me not to make things up, warning me of what would happen if I did. As far as I can tell so far, it seems to involve lots of foreign travel and not having to get up too early in the morning."

Neil Gaiman (via dissentients)

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“So what do you look for in someone you want to date?” she asks me.

Look, the truth of the matter is that I’m looking for someone who is kind, who has enough self-awareness to not take herself too seriously while not being a doormat to anyone, and who laughs from deep within that place where truths are found.

I am looking for grace and self-assuredness. I’d like to meet someone who’s passionate and firmly believes – in spite of all odds – that she can make a difference in the world on some level or another.

Sure, I could give a list of stuff: Likes romantic comedies, farmers’ markets, can hum NPR’s Weekend Edition theme song, holds a deep appreciation for Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, willing and able to throw down a burger, and is ok with a guy full of imperfections but who tries. But the woman I’m looking for? I sortof figure that that stuff will fall into place. I’m not looking for my female equivalent – whether she eats meat, thinks Katy Perry is our generation’s answer to the Beatles, likes tomatoes, or has any interest in Indiana Jones will be the differences that distinguish us apart while also building us up into something greater than the sum of its parts.

Though if she really thinks Katy Perry is our generation’s answer to the Beatles, she should probably like red wine, because we’ll need a couple of bottles.

Thus endeth my post on feelings and relationships.

The penguins regarded her with their cold and calculating eyes.

“You’re either with us or against us, Amy,” announced their leader. There was no threat in the statement, only fact.

Amy shivered.

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"Everything that I write is a kind of battle won—or lost—against silence and incoherence."

Geoffrey Hill (via theparisreview)

This reminds me of the quote: “Do not misunderstand me but understand me fully”.

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