cee. 20. montreal.writer. gamer. wannabe superhero. nerd. sarcastic. lucky.

We should probably just be making things, writing books, wandering around, licking each other’s bodies and waiting for death.
Shane Jones, interviewed in The Believer (via bobschofield)

micdotcom:

Charts show how history’s most brilliant people scheduled their days

Based on research from Mason Currey’s Daily Rituals: How Artists Work, Podio created beautiful charts that show how some of modern society’s greatest thinkers, writers, artists and philosophers spent their days. It begins with the earliest risers and reveals how much time each of them spent sleeping, working, socializing, relaxing, exercising and at their day jobs or doing administrative stuff like managing their holdings or paying taxes.

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partism:

I hate it when you really need to talk to a friend about something important because you feel like your world is crashing down on you but they act like you don’t exist until their problems occur.

How to love your depressed lover.
Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo. I never know what to say to these things. “It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.” “Please don’t go away again.” Sometimes you are gone for days at a time and it is all I can do not to call the police, file a missing person’s report, even though you are right there, still sleeping next to me in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders. Except in this case I am the intruder and you are already locked up so tight that no one could possibly jimmy their way in. Last night I thought I gave you a reason not to be so sad when I held your body like a high note and we both trembled from the effort.
Some people, though, are sad against all reason, all sensibility, all love. I know better now. I know what to say to the things you admit to me in the dark, all bones and restless hands. “It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.” “Please come back to me again.
Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to be hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt use it — don’t cheat with it.
Ernest Hemingway, “Letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald,” 1962 (via wordsnquotes)

archatlas:

The Starry Night Close-Up Vincent Van Gogh

Closer than you can get in a museum to examine each detail and brushstroke! Art masterpieces available in megapixel format via Google Art ProjectA collaboration with museums large and small, classic and modern, world-renowned and community-based from over 40 countries. Together they have contributed more than 40,000 high-resolution images of works ranging from oil on canvas to sculpture and furniture.

destispell:

imagine an american going to hogwarts determined not to live up to stereotypes and they do pretty well up until they discover their patronus is a bald eagle

pfnille:

Lana del Rey, GQ magazine

pfnille:

Lana del Rey, GQ magazine

d0nn0:

Girl: u like horror games? 

Me: ye

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