Call Me A Safe Bet

1,655 notes "You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason."
— Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via thatkindofwoman)
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mirror in the sky: Jack Kerouac’s List of 30 Beliefs and Techniques for Prose and Life

1. Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for your own joy
2. Submissive to everything, open, listening
3. Try never to get drunk outside your own house
4. Be in love with your life
5. Something that you feel will find its own form
6. Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind
7. Blow as…

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6,615 notes "In your absence, you are everywhere."
— Six Word Story (via fabulousbitch69)
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aseaofquotes:

Steve Martin, Shopgirl

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20,297 notes "I’m alone
in a body that can’t
love me."
— Margaret Gibson, from “The Waiting” (via shoyubeef)
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84 notes "The last time I held him, the last time we spoke, just
a whisper—hoarse—that marries now this many-voiced mansion
of storm and from him I’ve learned to slip my body,

to be the storm governed by the law of bounty given
then taken away. Shush and glide. This tide’s running
high, its silken muscular tearing ruled by cycles,
relentless, the drawn lavish damasks—teal, aquamarine,
silvered steel, desire’s tidal forces, such urgent

fullness, the elaborate collapse, and withdrawal
beyond the drawn curtain that shows the secret
desert of bare ruched sand. I’ve learned this,
I’ve learned to be the horn calling home
the journeyer, saying farewell. And here’s

the foghorn’s simple two-note wail,
mechanical stark aria that ripples
out to shelter all of us—
our mortal burden of dreams—
adrift in the sea’s restless shouldering."
— Lynda Hull, from “Rivers into Seas” (via proustitute)

3,968 notes "Now all you can do is wait. It must be hard for you, but there is a right time for everything. Like the ebb and flow of tides. No one can do anything to change them. When it is time to wait, you must wait."
— Haruki Murakami/ The Wind Up Bird Chronicle (via thatkindofwoman)
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