"The odd thing about all this was not that he had this excited and yet almost spiritual hope of romance, for all boys of any imagination have just such hopes, but that it actually came true. And when it happened, it happened so unexpectedly; it was such a jumble of impressions and emotions, of curious phrases that sprang to his lips, of sights and sounds and moments that were here, were lost, were past, that he scarcely understood it at all. Perhaps its very vagueness preserved it in his heart and made him forever unable to forget."
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Love in the Night (via fitzgeraldquotes)
6:50 pm • 15 October 2014 • 156 notes • view comments
A couple hours a day keeps the therapist away.
Submitted by Matt Shaw
But if it doesn’t, that’s okay because therapists are cool, too, and sometimes people need them!
7:46 am • 24 September 2014 • 1,408 notes • view comments
There’s a thing about
All these freight trains’ trumpeting sounds
That makes hearts like ours
Hum like struck steel.
There’s a thing about"
Being wild and green in this careful, rusted town
That makes the dark heavy air
Sit sickly still.
— Lee Bains III and The Glory Fires on my city.
1:32 pm • 23 September 2014 • view comments
I think of you as a diamond, one that ain’t yet been cut, and if I were the jeweler who held you, I’d keep you just the way you are because I like you rough and tough.
11:58 am • 11 September 2014 • view comments
You’re a tall mama baby and I can’t reach you at all
11:50 am • 11 September 2014 • view comments
"The drowsiness returns. It is unwelcome. I recognize it as the sort of fitful twilight which has come over me of late, a twilight where waking dreams are dreamed and sleep never comes."
— Walker Percy, from The Moviegoer
10:00 pm • 25 August 2014 • 2 notes • view comments
"The purpose of art is not a rarified, intellectual distillate—it is life, intensified, brilliant life."
— Alain Arias-Misson
6:25 pm • 21 August 2014 • 4 notes • view comments
"Why should we all use our creative power? Because there is nothing that makes people so generous, joyful, lively, bold and compassionate, so indifferent to fighting and the accumulation of objects and money."
— Brenda Ueland
6:23 pm • 21 August 2014 • view comments
"Your brain works with all the subtlety of a malicious child."
— Steven Erikson, Gardens of the Moon (OH DISS SON)
8:52 pm • 19 August 2014 • view comments
$42 Million Dollar Playlist #2: Radio Hits Plus, now only valued at $23 million.
I started this playlist in April for my sister, who is the best. I just finished it. Its value has decreased, but I think she will still enjoy it, and she definitely earned it.
Also, Shan, you are really going to enjoy this video and the little dance prodigy in it:
9:23 am • 8 August 2014 • view comments
Bad Man - Cory Branan
These lyrics always get me:
so slip off what you don’t want ripped off baby it’s all in my way
put my mouth over those stupid things you’re taught you ought to say
7:03 am • 28 July 2014 • view comments
On the (Russian) Southern thing.
Why is Chekhov close to today’s South?
He loved the singularity in people, the individuality. He took for granted the sense of family. He had the sense of fate overtaking a way of life, and his Russian humor seems to me kin to the humor of a Southerner. It’s the kind that lies mostly in character. You know, in Uncle Vanya and The Cherry Orchard, how people are always gathered together and talking and talking, no one’s really listening. Yet there’s a great love and understanding that prevails through it, and a knowledge and acceptance of each other’s idiosyncrasies, a tolerance of them, and also an acute enjoyment of the dramatic. Like in The Three Sisters, when the fire is going on, how they talk right on through their exhaustion, and Vershinin says, “I feel a strange excitement in the air,” and laughs and sings and talks about the future. That kind of responsiveness to the world, to whatever happens, out of their own deeps of character seems very southern to me. Anyway, I took a temperamental delight in Chekhov, and gradually the connection was borne in upon me.”
Eudora Welty quoted on the Russian/Southern thing, that Walker Percy talked about, too. From this excellent interview in the 1972 Paris Review.
there’s a great love and understanding that prevails through it, and a knowledge and acceptance of each other’s idiosyncrasies
6:39 pm • 27 July 2014 • view comments
"Well, in the South, everybody stays busy talking all the time—they’re not sorry for you to overhear their tales."
— Eudora Welty. The truth about the South. Also basically sums up my role as a therapist.
8:42 am • 25 July 2014 • 1 note • view comments
"At last she looked up at him. Her eyes were full of tears, and her look unbearably naked. Such looks we have all once or twice in our lives received and shared; they are those in which worlds melt, pasts dissolve, moments when we know, in the resolution of profoundest need, that the rock of ages can never be anything else but love, here, now, in these two hands’ joining, in this blind silence in which one head comes to rest beneath the other."
— John Fowles, The French Lieutenant’s Woman
3:06 pm • 21 July 2014 • 1,615 notes • view comments
"He just said he loved me. I believe he does. He’s so very weak."
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Crazy Sunday (via fitzgeraldquotes)
7:57 pm • 9 July 2014 • 296 notes • view comments