eatsoylentgreen:

loveology2022:

i hope the anonymous person who sent the “i used to live in your house. i’m drunk in boston and it’s the only address i know. happy holidays” postcard is aware that they wrote my favourite poem

old-school-romantics:

The emotionally intelligent person knows that love is a skill, not a feeling, and will require trust, vulnerability, generosity, humor, sexual understanding, and selective resignation.

Alain de Botton

dwellsinparadise:

I get many letters in the mail about my writing, and they say: ‘Bukowski, you are so fucked up and you still survive. I decided not to kill myself.’ . . . So in a way I save people. . . . Not that I want to save them: I have no desire to save anybody. . . . So these are my readers, you see? They buy my books—the defeated, the demented and the damned—and I am proud of it.

—Charles Bukowski, in 1981

strykerlancer:

ALT

— Jeanette Winterson, from “Gut Symmetries.”

strykerlancer:

ALT

— May Sarton, from “Journal of a Solitude.”

vakitkarabigece-deactivated2021:

(via a-wanderer-rambler-and-drifter)

petaltexturedskies:

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The brothers Karamazov

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writingdotcoffee:

“It’s hell writing and it’s hell not writing. The only tolerable state is having just written.”

— Robert Hass

fixyourwritinghabits:

shinsouisprecious:

I cannot stress this enough, write it poorly. Write the shittiest draft you possibly can, stick ‘ah fuck something happens here and now they’re fighting’ to get over

Write the worst fucking version you possibly can and stick it in a folder and forget it for a month or two before you look at it again. You know what you have now?

A first draft. And with enough time to think some new thoughts about it, you’ll soon end up with a better, second draft! And eventually, you’ll end up with something you’d be perfectly okay with letting other people read!

You’ll never believe this process works no matter how many times you do it, but it totally does. You just have to drag your brain kicking and screaming to that blank page and get the bones down first.

Write the shit out of that shit.

cozycottagelife:

“Eat at a local restaurant tonight. Get the cream sauce. Have a cold pint at 4 o'clock in a mostly empty bar. Go somewhere you’ve never been. Listen to someone you think may have nothing in common with you. Order the steak rare. Eat an oyster. Have a negroni. Have two. Be open to a world where you may not understand or agree with the person next to you, but have a drink with them anyways. Eat slowly. Tip your server. Check in on your friends. Check in on yourself. Enjoy the ride.”

- Anthony Bourdain

vintage-tigre:

Anthony Bourdain, from Les Halles Cookbook

moonandtrees:

“Time can be slowed if you live deliberately. If you stop and watch sunsets. If you spend time sitting on porches listening to the woods. If you give in to the reality of the seasons.”

— Thomas Christopher Greene, I’ll Never Be Long Gone
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(Source: wordsnquotes.com)