December 2010
45 posts
books on my nightstand
The Fountainhead- Ayn Rand
The Advanced Genius Theory: Are They Out of Their Minds or Ahead of their Time?- Jaon Hartley
How Did You Get This Number- Sloane Crosley
Tales of Ordinary Madness- Charles Bukowski
White Oleander- Janet Fitch
because i feel compelled to quote him
“Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them.”
-Charles Bukowski
“Well, people get attached. Once you cut the umbilical cord they get attached to other things. Sight, sound, sex, money, mirages, mothers, masturbation, murder, and Monday morning hangovers.”
-Charles Bukowski
p.s. if you can’t...
“What would be the use of immortality to a person who cannot use well a half an hour?”
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
christmas just depresses me. i feel like a less likable version of charlie brown
i hate when books change their covers to match the...
I am 100 percent in favor of the intelligent use of drugs, and 1,000 percent...
– Timothy Leary (via nathanielstuart)
castlesinmyhead:
I’m drunk and I don’t care about christmas.
i'll sit and wonder of every love that could have...
In a totally sane society, madness is the only freedom.
– J. G. Ballard (via nathanielstuart)
Real art has the capacity to make us nervous.
– Susan Sontag (via nathanielstuart)
you write such pretty words but life's no...
If you are lonely when you’re alone, you are in bad company.
– Jean-Paul Sartre (via cavesoflilith)
I’m sorry for my inability to let unimportant things go, for my inability to...
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via darkestwaves)
“A student came up to me and asked me, “Would you advise writing as a career?” I said “Is this a joke?” He replied, “No, I’m entirely serious. Would you advise it?” I said, ”Writing chooses you, you don’t choose it.”
-Tales of Ordinary Madness by Charles Bukowski
i butchered the quote a little but it was from memory and you get...
Let’s be honest. Sometimes there is nothing harder in life than being happy for...
– Sex and the City (via raindropsonredroses)
Someone come and, someone come and save my life Maybe I’ll sleep when I am dead, But now it’s like the night is taking sides With all the worries that occupy the back of my mind Could it be this misery will suffice? I’ve become a simple souvenir of someone’s kill And like the sea, I’m constantly changing from calm to ill Madness fills my heart and soul, as if the...
i always hated how you'd bite your lip and chew on...
That’s the sort of thing I want you to understand. To sell your soul is the...
– The Fountainhead (via castlesinmyhead)