We’re in Chicago next week for the AWP writers conference and will be throwing a happy hour for Tumblr writers of all stripes. We’d love to see you there.
The venue, Uncharted Books, is a new bookstore funded on Kickstarter which had a Tumblr blog before it was born. It’s a dream spot for book-web-community nerds and we absolutely can’t wait to see it (and all of you.)
“To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour”
first verse of Auguries of Innocence by William Blake for my mum <3
You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains. You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines. You say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when the wind blows. This is why I am afraid, you say that you love me too.
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| — | William Shakespeare (via lifesomeday) |
darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.
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| — | Martin Luther King, Jr. (via nikkilewnsky) |
Do people get tired of trying to figure out life? Do they just get so heartbroken with not knowing which way “Up” is that they choose to stop thinking about it at all? I’m asking because I need to know if I’m the only one going through constant battles with myself. I need to know if other people…
If you’re twenty-two, physically fit, hungry to learn and be better, I urge you to travel— as far and as widely as possible. Sleep on floors if you have to. Find out how other people live and eat and cook. Learn from them— wherever you go.
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Anthony Bourdain (via phillyshenanigans) (via promotingpowerfulpeople) |
I’ve learned that simple walks with my father around the block on summer nights when I was a child did wonders for me as an adult.
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| — | Andy Rooney (via kateoplis) |
You can love someone so much… But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.
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| — | John Green (via decrepito) |
The best moments in reading are when you come across something ― a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things ― which you had thought special and particular to you. And now, here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out, and taken yours.
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| — | Alan Bennett (via decrepito) |


