November 2011
44 posts
Thousands
crashinglybeautiful:
Out of the thousands who are known, or who want to be known as poets, maybe one or two are genuine and the rest are fakes, hanging around the sacred precincts trying to look like the real thing. Needless to say I am one of the fakes, and this is my story
—Leonard Cohen
The sun is out. Good morning, all.
“166. O Me! O Life!
O ME! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; ...”
–
Walt Whitman
Everything will be okay. Everything is lovely.
The joys I have found today:
Here, I will list the things that are bringing me happiness at this moment. I must be more positive.
I am in love.
I am in my cozy room listening to Joanna Newsom.
I get to spend my day studying Plotinus and Appolonius.
I have clean laundry.
I am amongst lovely human beings.
There is nothing about which to worry.
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“Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.”
“Hell,” I said. “I love you...”
– Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms. (via riverran)
“The reason I write
is to make something
as beautiful as you are
When I’m...”
– Leonard Cohen, “The Reason I Write” (via fuckyeahmrleonardcohen)
“I’ve been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
I’ve been librarian-ing for about a week now, and I think a nice drink might do me good.
(via thelifeguardlibrarian)
TGIF!
(via scribnerbooks)
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