May 2013
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You’re beautiful, but you’re empty. No one could die for you.
– Antoine de Saint-Exupery, The Little Prince
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Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a...
– Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via libranta)
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…watching the information man
behind his information booth
juggling...
– Buddy Wakefield, Information Man
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I still show up for gentleman practice
in the company of lead dancers
hoping...
– Buddy Wakefield, Hurling Crowbirds at Mockingbars
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Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable
– Banksy
April 2013
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Things will be far worse
than they are now.
And far better.
I wait.
– Charles Bukowski (via distincts)
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The body is the first writer of the poem. The mind is the caretaker who moves in...
– D.A. Powell (via poetryeater)
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And writer guys, we don’t get to have writers block. That’s like a chef sayin’...
– Rick Bragg (via indebtandbored)
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He who has nothing to hide,
has nothing to show.
– Marguerite de Hainaut
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Happy Birthday, Maya Angelou
Momma Welfare Roll, by Maya Angelou
Her arms semaphore fat triangles, Pudgy hands bunched on layered hips Where bones idle under years of fatback And lima beans. Her jowls shiver in accusation Of crimes clichéd by Repetition. Her children, strangers To childhood’s toys, play Best the games of darkened doorways, Rooftop tag, and know the slick feel of Other people’s...
March 2013
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Everyone thinks writers must know more about the inside of the human head, but...
– Margaret Atwood (via cannonbonecracks)
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HEY LOOK I GOT PUBLISHED →
page 15.
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JUST GOT PUBLISHED
in two different lit mags! Yayyyy!
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Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are...
– Sylvia Plath (via tattoolit)
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‘My life is nothing but room for you,’ I said. ‘It could never be filled by...
– Kurt Vonnegut, Mother Night (via iftheknifeshouldslitme)
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Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night...
– Boris Pasternak
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We can destroy what we have written, but we cannot unwrite it.
– Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange (via honeyforthehomeless)
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Art is not only the desire to tell one’s secret; it is the desire to tell it and...
– Thornton Wilder (via tattoolit)
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None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.
– Thoreau (via tattoolit)