Oh brother, about to pack it all up, move it all out. About to drive across the country, to a city I’ve never been, with millions of people, none of whom I know. About to move into a loft, sight unseen, about to start a job working for people I’ve never met on projects I have no idea about. Anxious would be an understatement.
‘Jupiter and Semele’ - Gustave Moreau (1826-1898) - oil on canvas-(1894-1898) Paris-Musée Gustave Moreau. via
(via sisterwolf)
Date a girl who doesn’t read because the girl who reads knows the importance of plot. She can trace out the demarcations of a prologue and the sharp ridges of a climax. She feels them in her skin. The girl who reads will be patient with an intermission and expedite a denouement. But of all things, the girl who reads knows most the ineluctable significance of an end. She is comfortable with them. She has bid farewell to a thousand heroes with only a twinge of sadness.
— Charles Warnke (via venebelle)
this drawing is a metaphor for sex.
Solve Sundsbo
Stop being so optimistic. We’re all going to die.
simply ironic truth
Some writing I’ve encountered lately has been over-saturated with adjectives, similes and metaphors. What happened to telling it like it is. These beautiful words are strewn about so thoughtlessly and haphazardly that it’s almost painful to read. Like the bull in the china store or a jewelry store after a hurricane with its windows boarded up and gems scattered about. Use words like you mean them. Use words to give your reader a picture. Don’t use words just to fill space. Spare your reader. Spare the paper. Spare the words.
Example #1
The waves crashed thunderously against the shore.
Example #2
The waves, rolling feathers of blue, crowned with white foam, stolen from mocha frappe crashed vigorously, violently, thunderously against the shore, as if Thor, God of all things loud and violent himself had pressed them into his service
I can’t tell you which example is better. But I can guess.