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And when the dawn at length had realized itself And turned with a sense of...– Extract from Prufrock’s Pervigilium by T. S. Eliot, a section of the hand-written draft of The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock which was later removed. (via bookoflead)
Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.– Ernest Hemingway (via theladydaydream)
“love is more thicker than forget more thinner than recall more seldom than a wave is wet more frequent than to fail it is more mad and moonly and less it shall unbe than all the sea which only is deeper than the sea love is less always than to win less never than alive less bigger than the least begin less littler than forgive it is most sane and sunly and more it cannot die than all the...
It's the day of the surg y'all!
When the shit hits the fan and blows back into our fully beat faces, designer clothing, just stepped-out-of-the-salon hair, nails and teeth: A) OPRAH: EATS B) HEMINGWAY: DRANK C) LOHAN: SNORTS D) BELUSHI: All of the above And I, my astute readers (cricket, cricket): Exercise! Sounds pretty healthy, huh? I’m better than those slouches, right? Well, maybe not! Allow me to catch...
Despite being somewhat prolific, I don’t considered myself a “writer” by any stretch of the imagination. Correction: I don’t consider myself a GOOD writer by any stretch of the imagination. I write for myself, not for other’s to scrutinize or perhaps, enjoy. My journal would need some serious decoding; I make endless lists; I write nonsensical two person scenes with...
What's in a Name?
Names I wanted for my tumblr.com but were already in use: Tumbler Tumble Tumblah Tumballz Tum-Tum Tumblabbing Tumbucket Graceful Ungrafeful Leastgraceful Enter “Tumbag,” I’m a GENIUS! After getting “the rollover” from the guy I’ve been schtooping due to a discussion about my “unattractive” addiction to vigorous exercise, I decided to...