Anarchism And God Complex

Been thinking about another William Faulkner quote lately:

“Read, read, read. Read everything — trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You’ll absorb it.

Then write. If it’s good, you’ll find out. If it’s not, throw it out of the window.”

A lot of my writing is about to be thrown out the window.

The urge to learn every language and play every instrument and travel the world and live through every historical time period and be a writer and a poet and an actor and

NEVER OVERDRESSED

NEVER OVEREDUCATED

“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”

- Sylvia Plath

i love every character in the secret history. they're all freaks. they're all alcoholics. they're snobs. they deserve nothing but the worst. i adore them. i want to study them as if i were a mad ornithologist and they were rare, cantankerous, bastard birds.

day 129 of missing henry winter

@<3

You became like coffee, in the deliciousness, and the bitterness, and the addiction.

Mahmoud Darwish

Herakles, Euripides (tr. Tom Sleigh)

Richard Papen, while freezing in a fucking mandolin boutique during the rigid winter of Vermont: California dreamin'... (California... dreamin'...) on such a winter's day...

I’m at the “we’ll see” stage in my life. With everything and everyone. We will see.