February 2012
97 posts
livethedreamwithme:
When a woman can no longer control her own reproductive system because of someone else’s religious beliefs, it is no longer freedom of religion. It is the infringement of religion onto human freedom.
loveisonlyinyourmind:
I can’t do anything without you, can’t do anything with you.
Crazy For You
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neutralmilkhotel:
“The world is this incredibly blurry, crazy dream that I’m just sort of stumbling through.” -Jeff Mangum
boozy eccentrics: What happens if you fall in love... →
sleepingtigers:
Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex at three…
“Alone. Yes, that’s the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue....”
– Stephen King (via sadlolita)
the heart is a beating drum
disclaimer: this is going to be a lot of bullshit.
Life question 1: What is meaningful?
How can one know if she is a morally sound person? Does that even hold any value or influence in the world? All actions lead to what event and for what reason? If there is no purpose how does one find meaning? This whole existential thing strikes a cord because it’s sort of valid. What worth does life...
old creative writing assignment: describe a...
What first struck me was the way he monopolized the two seated table facing the windows. A singular plate, a book and several cups were placed atop the table which he had occupied on his own. He possessed a certain familiarity. He looked as if he was a guitar player in some millennium garage band. He was extremely lanky, almost skeleton like, with a sharp, angular face and a slightly hooked...
“Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness...”
– C.S. Lewis (via bright-red-blush)
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this is what happens when you are asked to write...
How can one expect
Some literary merit
From mass production
Ideas are not assembled
On a line without a pen
i cannot think creatively over and over again. it comes out in bits and those bits aren’t even too great. you are killing me professor.
