January 2012
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"For the first time I know what love is..."
In 1937, as photographer Ansel Adams recovered from a nervous breakdown, he wrote this beautiful letter to his best friend, Cedric Wright:
“Dear Cedric,
A strange thing happened to me today. I saw a big thundercloud move down over Half Dome, and it was so big and clear and brilliant that it made me see many things that were drifting around inside of me; things that...
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Hunter S. Thompson
writersroutines:
Do you worry about Plagiarism?
No, I pride myself with having the wisdom and taste to steal from the right people: Conrad, Fitzgerald, the Marquis de Sade, Prescott, Isak Dinesen, Coleridge, Twain, Pee Wee Herman—that swine. I learn from these people. Especially the dead ones.
Writer’s routines is a new favourite Tumblr, does exactly what it says on the tin. And, you...
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"RELEASE THE CUMBERBATCH!"
(Thing I might have yelled at the screen as the opening credits of Sherlock rolled just now. Ooh, it’s starting. Shh. OK, OK, come get under the blanket with me but be quick. And bring me a beer. And shh.)
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Salman fucking Rushdie is on Tumblr →
What he said.
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December 2011
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"Dancing Towards Bethlehem" by Billy Collins
If there is only enough time in the final minutes of the twentieth century for one last dance I would like to be dancing it slowly with you,
say, in the ballroom of a seaside hotel. My palm would press into the small of your back as the past hundred years collapsed into a pile of mirrors or buttons or frivolous shoes,
just as the floor of the nineteenth century gave way and disappeared in...
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tesslynch:
learning to thrill — wiz khalifa x...
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Last day at work, drunk
It’s my last day at work before the new year and we’ve been drinking Cava since 12:30. As everyone else is driving I’ve been given the final bottle to take home on the bus. It is open. I am the only one who has had a glass out of it. I may well be drinking it on the bus. Besides, we all know how much of a lady I can be.
I may already be drunk and so:
I have been posting smiley...
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Saying it without words
So this thing happened. I was just about to record a voice note on my iPhone to email a friend. I like sending voice recordings more than typing emails sometimes, I feel more relaxed, more myself somehow. I feel happy to just ramble on about this and about that and about silly things and serious things and forget what I was saying and have a giggle fit or say that I feel sad and sniffle a bit and...
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