write that shit down

words on writing, beauty, or both

Oh my god, look at the air. There isn’t much time
put the reactor core under your shirt. We’ve only got

one chance.

There are all these people bragging about how they’re survivors, as though that’s something very special. But the only kind of person who can’t say that is a corpse.
— Kurt Vonnegut, Galapagos  (via vonnegutphile)
Write me long letters. In the country - they unfurl like flowers in water. You do it by being so uninhabited: so magnificently unself-conscious.
— Virginia Woolf, Selected Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via theafterswarm)

Everything wants
to organize itself.

Everything tries
to find a way out.

— “Miss Anaphora Foresees the End” by Simeon Berry, Hotel Amerika
We’re all curious about what might hurt us.

Federico García Lorca, “Blood Wedding”

via fuckyeahexistentialism (via frenchtwist)

(via lifeinpoetry)

I exist in two places,
Here and where you are.
— Margaret Atwood (via ch0chalapan0cha)

(Source: ohmisterbird, via theafterswarm)

You write to find out what you believe.
— Adam Phillips, from last night’s live Writers at Work interview at Live from the NYPL. (via theparisreview)

(via mmbakes)

She was the kind of girlfriend god gives you young, so you’ll know loss for the rest of your life.
Junot Diaz (via youngfolksociety)

(Source: chipotlechickenburrito, via youngfolksociety)

Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.
— Kurt Vonnegut  (via fuckitbukowskiwasright)

(Source: oofpoetry, via fuckitbukowskiwasright)

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