Childhood is cannibals and psychotics vomiting in your mouth. Yes.
RIP the wonderful Maurice Sendak
We’ll miss you.
(via lovedhouseswent)
I got some good medical information yesterday and immediately came home and celebrated with tea and chocolate biscuits.
(via sniffleheim)
"It puzzles me how many people still believe ‘friendship’ or at least bonhomie conducted in cyberspace isn’t a valuable form of social contact, but, say, being thrown together at an NCT group, or in halls of residence, or because your desks at work face on to each other, is. Or that anodyne small talk with a neighbour is ‘genuine social stimulation,’ whereas chatting over Twitter with someone 6,000 miles away who loves Top Gun and Jefferson Airplane as much as you do is just lonely, dysfunctional nerds clashing in cyberspace. This, to my mind, is idiotic. It’s time for us all to come out of the closet about our secret internet chums."
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— Grace Dent, How to Leave Twitter (via pitcherplant)
~ I met my best friend on the internet five years ago. We’ve been housemates for three. We’re both fully functioning, socialized, professionally employed adults. The times, they are a’changin’.
(via killerkaleidoscope)
"Listen, there were creative writing teachers long before there were creative writing courses, and they were called and continue to be called editors."
— Despite Tough Guys, Life Is Not the Only School for Real Novelists by Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
"James Leer: The doors made so much noise!
Grady Tripp: Is he all right?
James Leer: It was so embarrassing! He had to be carried out.
Terry Crabtree: He’s fine. He’s narrating.
James Leer: They were going to the restroom. But would they make it in time?"
Grady Tripp: Is he all right?
James Leer: It was so embarrassing! He had to be carried out.
Terry Crabtree: He’s fine. He’s narrating.
James Leer: They were going to the restroom. But would they make it in time?"
— Wonder Boys
