March 2011
135 posts
Don't try
Somebody at one of these places asked me: “What do you do? How do you write, create?” You don’t, I told them. You “don’t try”. That’s very important: not to try, either for Cadillacs, creation or immortality. You wait, and if nothing happens, you wait some more. It’s like a bug high on the wall. You wait for it to come to you. When it gets close enough you reach out, slap out and kill it. Or if you like it’s looks, you make a pet out of it.
“Atticus told me to delete the adjectives and I’d have the facts.”
—To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
“The way I see it America is fucked. We’ve lost our desire to be middle class. Everywhere you look, every home or apartment is advertised as “luxury,” because god forbid anyone just have a humble hard working home. America is either a gated community or a ghetto, there’s no in-between.”
—Michael Williams (via crookedindifference)
Opinion: Your Obsessive Love Or Hatred Of Me Means Nothing In The Grand Scheme Of Geological Time by Justin Bieber →
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“I suppose we’ve come to the point where we should just plainly state the ugly truth of all this: If you expend any energy at all either obsessively doting on me or hating me with the very fiber of your being, then I’m sad to say you are squandering your brief window as a cognizant being in this universe. Unfortunately, I cannot tell you how better to use your comically tiny duration of sentience. Perhaps tell your family you love them; ponder the intricate beauty of a dew-flecked spiderweb; listen to Nicki Minaj’s very good studio debut Pink Friday. In the end, however, none of these things will matter all that much either, not in the great and widening chasm of geological time let alone when one considers the age of the cosmos from which it has sprung. But maybe in these ways you can draw a brief moment of respite from the existential dread. Ultimately, I believe that this is all one can reasonably hope for.
There is no God.”
“if i had met you i would probably have been unfair to you or you to me. it was best like this.”
—charles bukowski (via cockmouth)
