..too simple for real words..

i cant guarantee that i'll have money for food or booze, new clothes to wear, or a place to stay, all i can do is live day by day with my napkin and crayon to write and my fox pillow fuego and make the best of on my ownsome. it's not those with the most that are happiest but those who make the best of what they have... -survival summer 2012

mass confusion


mass confusion

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Phil Kaye- Repetition

Be still my stupid heart


Hello, Good Morning.

tiny puppies on tiny couches !

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This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important.

Gary Provost (via tuongexists)

Holy crap, what just happened there… (via cyrusgabriel)

Words, man. Words.

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A movie theatre you can cuddle in

or if you’re me and forever alone, a movie theatre where i can spread out and have a couch to myself and my food.

I mean, I’ll take either option

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