i do writing now i guess
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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i do writing now i guess
My advice is, never do tomorrow what you can do today. Procrastination is the thief of time
David Copperfield, Charles Dickens
The Personal History of David Copperfield (2019) dir. Armando Iannucci
Based on the 1850 novel The Personal History, Adventures, Experience and Observation of David Copperfield the Younger of Blunderstone Rookery by Charles Dickens.
All things fade. All things. Flesh, stone, even stars themselves. Time takes all things. It is the way of the world. The past recedes, memories fade, and so, true, does the spirit. Everything yields to time, even the soul.
Excerpt from Artemis by yours truly.
river bujo spread 🌿
Pianist Glenn Gould soaks his hands in the sink to limber up his fingers before performing. Photographed by Gordon Parks, 1955
dirty valentine, richard siken
Take this with you
to all my white followers who stew in unnecessary guilt trying to come to terms with the privilege you have, watch this
❝ does it spark joy? ❞
— James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room
“For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases. Somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. I alone do not exist.”
— Vladimir Nabokov