1 day ago
1 week ago
so you want to be a writer?
if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don't do it.
if you're doing it for money or
fame,
don't do it.
if you're doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don't do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don't do it.
if it's hard work just thinking about doing it,
don't do it.
if you're trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.
if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.
if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you're not ready.
don't be like so many writers,
don't be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don't be dull and boring and
pretentious, don't be consumed with self-
love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.
don't add to that.
don't do it.
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.charlesbukowski:thomaswheatley:cvxn:nedhepburn:nosleeptillbrooklyn:
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1 week ago
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That’s pretty cute if his name is Paris.i love boys with glasses. :)
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1 week ago
I thought I would write a short fictional story to this lovely song,
Here we are sitting, simply enjoying the last remaining hours of summer. We’re close next to one another, yet our minds are drifted. I know you feel bothered with the distance, and the paths our lives will take, but I promise with all my heart I’ll stay true. But you seem convinced it’s the end, that we’ll find someone else and be preoccupied with the distractions of life. Perhaps, I should be upright and say those three words, but it would only make these moments intolerable. The candescence of the moon shines through the car’s windows, as I catch a glimpse of your face in the dark. Your piercing hazel eyes, chocolate raven tresses, ravishing features; I could go on endlessly. How could anyone possibly leave you? As my eyes wrinkle and a slight tear drips out my left eye. In that brief moment, you caught me and a feeling of mamihlapinatapai engulfs us. I knew, you knew..it was time to let go. Forever then, forever now
Since I don’t have you……..
2 weeks ago
Abstract pendant chandeliers, artsy
I for one am not fond of weddings or marriage, but this sort of changes your mind; found it while searching rilo kiley covers.
Recipe of Life
4 cups of Love
2 cups of Loyalty
3 cups of Forgiveness
1 cup of Friendship
5 spoons of Hope
2 spoons of Tenderness
4 quarts of Faith
1 barrel of LaughterTake Love and Loyalty, mix it thoroughly with Faith.
Blend it with Tenderness, Kindness & Understanding.
Sprinkle abundantly with Laughter.
Bake it with Sunshine.
Serve daily with Generous helpings.
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