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Margaret Kilgallen

lamignonette

funstealer

Ann Demeulemeester A/W '26 PFW Showroom via Ink Clothing

quickweaves

Dead Sea, Palestine under the Moon

meanbuddhist

i want freedom i want freedom i want freedom *is granted freedom* noooooo my attachments

My doctor asked if I was sexually active and I replied "girl I'm looking at MFA programs- I'm too busy for that shit" and she said "I know that's right!" and just kept giggling to herself the entire appointment lmao

lexdelioncourt

This is the man who won't shut up about his biting kink by the way

#I've never wanted to be both people in a situation so badly

sioltach

James Bradley

adwellingplacefordemons

Jusepe de Ribera, The Martyrdom of Saint Andrew (detail), oil on canvas, 1628

holyterrainn

memoryslandscape-deactivated202

“Although it must be a thousand years ago that I sat in a class in story writing at Stanford, I remember the experience very clearly. I was bright-eyed and bushy-brained and prepared to absorb the secret formula for writing good short stories, even great short stories. This illusion was canceled very quickly. The only way to write a good short story, we were told, is to write a good short story. Only after it is written can it be taken apart to see how it was done. It is a most difficult form, we were told, and the proof lies in how very few great short stories there are in the world.

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A story to be effective had to convey something from writer to reader, and the power of its offering was the measure of its excellence. Outside of that, there were no rules. A story could be about anything and could use any means and any technique at all—so long as it was effective. As a subhead to this rule, it seemed to be necessary for the writer to know what he wanted to say, in short what he was talking about.”

John Steinbeck, from preface to Edith Mirrielees’ “On Learning Writing,” Writer’s Yearbook (vol. 34, 1963)

seaoflove

ada limón, from during the impossible age of everyone

[text id] there are so many people who’ve come before us, arrows and wagon wheels, obsidian tools, buffalo. look out at the meadow, you can almost see them, generations dissolved in the bluegrass and hay. I want to try and be terrific. even for an hour.