I want to write, but today is abysmal. I hate when that happens.
katskradlexx: Spring in Georgia has a very old southern atmosphere to it. The air is heavy with heat and humidity, just shy of the crushing weight of summer. Pink and white and purple blossoms bloom against a background of bright green and a dusting of yellow pollen. Twisting kudzu vines once again creep along the tree trunks, strangling them quietly while bees busy themselves with finding the...
Anonymous asked: Allons-y!
clintirwin: Writing is when being a good liar is a virtue. Lies are compelling, the truth is dry; good fiction leads you to the truth by charming you with lies. It’s more Pied Piper than Professor. You follow the Professor for the grade, but the Piper lures you until you can’t get away. — I have a book, it needs love — Clint Truth.
Anonymous asked: What are your thoughts about dust in the sun?
Anonymous asked: wat was your project
I BEASTED THAT SENIOR PROJECT PRESENTATION.
BOW TO YOUR MASTER.
gustafskaarsgard asked: do you ever write extended short stories? or just the little drabbles you do so well?
Anonymous asked: What makes you happy?
Death and North Dakota
clintirwin: She was a talker. She talked and she talked. About nothing really, all her words like crowded teeth, near indistinguishable. If you picked at them, you could make out one or two, slurred but discernable. She would be saying nothing, really, just words. She could not turn them off. Her brain was full of words but the same ones, like a warehouse crowded with only five different pairs...
thegestianpoet: icoulduseinsouciantmaybe: ...
If they be two, they are two so As...– John Donne, A Valediction Forbidding Mourning
Anonymous asked: I was so cynical about relationships and the feelings that come with them till I recently got into one.
You can ask me things. →
Did anyone else ever watch As Told By Ginger?
Macy Gray always reminds me of that show. Nostalgia.
Macy Gray is doing an MCR cover on Conan.
This is the best thing.
dreamsandashes replied to your post: Spring in Georgia has a very old southern… You’re in Georgia?! So am I! Tra la! Hello fellow Georgian.
Spring in Georgia has a very old southern atmosphere to it. The air is heavy with heat and humidity, just shy of the crushing weight of summer. Pink and white and purple blossoms bloom against a background of bright green and a dusting of yellow pollen. Twisting kudzu vines once again creep along the tree trunks, strangling them quietly while bees busy themselves with finding the dewy nectar...
Gallifreyan translator. →
Life = made
I hate it when I write something, save it, then...
ronstormer: Honestly, I don’t care if this sounds awful right now. My nerves are extremely raw and I’ve had a terrible day. My allergies have caused my sinuses to drain and I am nearly hoarse because of it. I have felt like everyone’s punching bag. I’ve been singing this song quietly all night to myself. How lovely is this?
The words "chantilly lace" have been stuck in my...
I don’t know why.
This is water, This is water →
I come from a family where the only emotion respectable to show is irritation....– Flannery O’Connor (via scottiehughes)
pavorst: We’re sitting in his room. I’m holding his fingers in my hands, not wanting to look up at his eyes. “I’m forgetting some of my childhood.” Those words met my skin and rested there for a while. I was forgetting my childhood too. Small pieces are always escaping from me and they are like dandelions in the afternoon — carried by the wind and hard to touch. He waited for me to say...
Anonymous asked: What inspires you to write? How do you keep all the ideas coming? Where do you find the right words?
gligum asked: 36. Something that is constantly on my mind
secretedsins: Our tongues long for a taste Of delicacies never tried, Oblivious to all we waste En route to the prize we’ve eyed. But, what tempts rarely rises To the promise of the distant scent. Disappointment shouldn’t surprise us — Steeped in deep desire, we’re most content.
There are two graveyards around here. A small one opposite a church with obviously old, weathered headstones that stand at an angle. Another is newer, polished, set away on the outskirts of the town. That’s the one that frightens me the most. It’s so sanitary, so clean. So dead. Compared to the other, it’s huge. A sprawling field of buried corpses. This is one of those where they...
Some people are old at 18 and some are young at 90. Time is a concept that...– Yoko Ono (1977)