SocraTeas

Things that inspire the best way of life.

[alyssabornhorst]

Happy day of my favorite Bob Dylan song! "I married Isis on the fifth day of May."

[alyssabornhorst]

A big thanks to my darling housemate Veronica for making me a playlist for these last few days of finals and for making a delicious dinner for the house tonight!

[outcamethesun-deactivated201602]

[kvtes]

you, me, coffee, morning light, sleep smiles, soft music, and the pup.

[nogoodsharks]

[generallynautical]

Love this movie.

[adventuresallaroundyou-deactiva]

[alyssabornhorst]

I want. I want. I want.

[soloonstudio]

[girlpacific]

so cozy

[alyssabornhorst]

This would be perfect for Michigan winters.

[alyssabornhorst]

The Things We Tell Ourselves

We are currently on the eve of my moving to Michigan, but before I continue packing and loading up I want to take some time to enjoy my morning coffee and listen to some Beirut. This will be the la...

[caffeinegalore]

[theparisreview]

“Carson liked sherry with her tea, brandy with her coffee and her purse with a large flask of whiskey. Between books, when she was neither famous nor monied, she claimed she existed almost exclusively on gin, cigarettes, and desperation for weeks at a time. During her most productive years she employed a round-the-clock drinking system: she’d start the day at her typewriter with a ritual glass a beer, a way of saying it was time to work, then steadily sip sherry as she typed. If it was cold and there was no wood for the stove, she’d turn up the heat with double shots of whiskey. She concluded her workday before dinner, which she primed with a martini. Then it was off to the parties, which meant more martinis, cognac, and, oftentimes, corn whiskey. Finally, she ended the day as it began, with a bedtime beer.

“Her recuperative abilities are the stuff of legend—she would rise the following morning, shake off her hangover like so much dust, down her morning beer, and get back to work.”

The Carson McCullers Diet

[skeletales]

[alyssabornhorst]

This is legitimately what my bedroom looks like...particularly the used teacups everywhere. 

[mellifluousbookshelf]

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.

William Faulkner (via mellifluousbookshelf)

[girlwithlandscape]

It seems to me that if you place music (and books, probably, and films, and plays, and anything that makes you feel) at the center of your being, then you can’t afford to sort out your love life, start to think of it as the finished product. You’ve got to pick at it, keep it alive and in turmoil, you’ve got to pick at it and unravel it until it all comes apart and you’re compelled to start all over again. Maybe we all live life at too high a pitch, those of us who absorb emotional things all day, and as a consequence we can never feel merely content: we have to be unhappy, or ecstatically, head-over-heels happy, and those states are difficult to achieve within a stable, solid relationship. Maybe Al Green is directly responsible for more than I ever realized.

Nick Hornby, High Fidelity (via girlwithlandscape)

[mrsnaomiwatts]

[edgeandvoidfriction-deactivated]

You’re under no obligation to be the same person you were five minutes ago.

(via hogwartsenchanted)

[totalhollywoodfitness]

[alyssabornhorst]

Goal: Be able to do this someday.

[dailydoseofstuf]

[alyssabornhorst]

Perfect summer outfit.

[dancingwheniwasout]

[alyssabornhorst]

Sounds good to me.