heymikewaskom:
and I’m taking my books with me.
That’s the way to do it. As soon as I’m finished with this seemingly endless take home exam I’m doing the same thing.
Tonight it’s Henry Miller for me. What’s your bedtime book?
1. Sunday morning
2. listening to Cat Power when it’s snowing
3. crickets
4. walking in the grass in bare feet
5. laughing/smiling so much that my face hurts
6. my family
7. grilled cheese and tomato soup
8. the smell of summer camp
9. buying a shot for a stranger across the bar
10. boys with glasses and beards
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“Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. there is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, only to discover what is already there.”
Pep talk courtesy of Henry Miller (via Stand Still Like the Hummingbird).
