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My mind rejects the whole present social order and Christianity—home, the recognised virtues, classes of life, and religious doctrines. […] Six years ago I left the Catholic church, hating it most fervently. I found it impossible for me to remain in it on account of the impulses of my nature. I made secret war upon it when I was a student and declined to accept the positions it offered me. By doing this I made myself a beggar but I retained my pride. Now I make open war upon it by what I write and say and do.

James Joyce. Letter to Nora Barnacle. 29 August 1904. In Selected Letters of James Joyce. Richard Ellmann, ed. London: Faber and Faber, 1975. (via ulysseswake)

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Her eyes invited him to a romantic communion of unbelievable intensity.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Love of the Last Tycoon (via fitzgeraldquotes)

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I’ve been thinking a lot about the illusion of pure originality ever since I read this comment from Pablo Neruda, which Mykki Blanco tweeted a few days ago. Last week, a subscriber to my newsletter alerted me to the fact that some other person had started an email newsletter with a structure very similar to mine. “It seems like he’s copied your whole format,” wrote the reader, who was flatteringly indignant on my behalf. I told him that I appreciated him looking out for me, but that I try not to keep tabs on or worry about these things too much. I don’t own the idea of breaking up a newsletter into discrete sections, and I assume that most people subscribe to mine because of the substance of what I include, not due to the fact that I have created a unique new format. Because I haven’t. A few weeks before that, I had a conversation with a friend who’s an illustrator. She told me that younger artists sometimes ask her to divulge exactly which materials she uses—brushes, ink, paint, paper. She finds it insulting. She said she’d never give away such specific information, because to do so would be a tacit endorsement of other people copying her work. I told her that I didn’t think it was a big deal. All creators do a certain amount of ethical stealing, and no other artist could make the work that she does, even using the exact same materials, because she infuses everything with her point of view—which she owns completely. I would like to tell you I sounded wise, but I probably sounded like an asshole. Then today a friend tweeted about a new podcast that’s all about friendship. I felt a flash of annoyance: “Hey, we already have a podcast about friendship.” And I had to take a step back and remember that originality is not the virtue it’s made out to be. This is not friendship-podcast Highlander. There can be more than one—or two or three or four—excellent podcasts about friendship. It’s a big and important topic! And then I subscribed to the new podcast. Obviously you don’t want someone passing off your words as their own or tracing your illustrations and republishing without attribution. But such instances of straight-up stealing are way less common, I think, than the petulant urge to protect your perceived originality from people who are merely making something similar. I’m putting this here to remind myself that next time I feel the desire to defend and clamp down on my work, it might be time to try making something new instead. And accept that even the new-for-me thing is not going to be totally original.

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"Forget all the rules. Forget about being published. Write for yourself and celebrate writing."

Melinda Haynes (via journaling-junkie)

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Awaiting next new adventure(with you!)

It begins with the anticipation of Hearing your voice.Feeling your touch.Reading your messages.The longing for our next encounterThey are the catalyst that lightsthe spark within my coreand it becomesan energy that radiatesWhich extends beyondthe plane of my bodylike the starlights that span the galaxyEveryone can seeit looks good on meThe sensation I feel howeveris a constant throbbing at the center of my bodyThat surges through every cell and nervepumping a goofy tinglingthat at times take away the body's natural inclinationslike breathing and thinkingGives this feeling of being light headed without the nauseaand the brain's ability to issue instructionsbecomes overtaken with images of you. As the seasons outside of me changebut inside it is always summerThe warm giddy feeling of being lightly intoxicatedon a quiet beach as the sun setsThe red sky that meshes with the blueA perfect metaphor for passion and calmCombined with a desire to be a better versionthan the person I was yesterday.All from just wanting to be close to you.

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