I never look for jobs until it’s 1:30 am and I’ve eaten all of the oreos and I’m freaking out about living in New Jersey, and by that point every job looks great.
O sweet spontaneous by e e cummings
wordpainting: O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of purient philosophers pinched and poked thee, has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy beauty. how often have religions taken thee upon their scraggy knees squeezing and buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive gods (but true to the incomparable couch of death thy rhythmic lover thou answerest them only with...
I have so much to tell you, the problem isn’t that I’m running out of time, I’m...– Thomas Schell, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close, Jonathan Safran Foer (via nubivagantmusings)
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A prose writer gets tired of writing prose, and wants to be a poet. So he begins...– Samuel McChord Crothers; Every Man’s Natural Desire to Be Somebody Else: The Dame School of Experience, 1920 (via wordpainting)
Mending Wall by Robert Frost
4JohnMitchell Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun, And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. The work of hunters is another thing: I have come after them and made repair Where they have left not one stone on a stone, But they would have the rabbit out of hiding, To please the yelping...