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Volo rigare
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“ I have the deepest affection for intellectual conversations. The ability to just sit and talk. About love, about life, about anything, about everything. To sit under the moon with all the time in the world, the full-speed train that is our lives slowing to a crawl. Bound by no obligations, barred by no human limitations. To speak without regret or fear of consequence. To talk for hours and about what’s really important in life.
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“ If you write because you want to sell millions of books and be famous, then find something else to do. This is the chimerical aura of writing. Success like that is rare. The reality is that writing is a task that has the occupant spending hours alone banging out sentences and ideas on a typewriter where often times hardly anyone reads the work or perhaps no one ever will. If you’re in it for the tours, the signings, and the attention, then what will likely happen is you’ll crank out some formulaic nonsense that can be repeated by a thousand others like you. Why bother? You’re better off playing the lottery. However, if writing makes your bones ache, causes you restless nights, and churns your stomach to no end because what you’re currently cranking out is just not quite good enough, then feed the beast. You’ll be thankful you did.
TBV; from the essay Why Bother Writing? (via wordpainting)
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That feeling you get when you see a picture of your boyfriend with that stupid bitch you don’t like -.- WTF
