J'écris comme une pute. Comme une pute qui décharge de son sexe. Je viens dans mon cerveau comme les gens viennent dans leurs pantalons.
May 14th
22:35
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"It’s a uniquely American prudishness. You can write the most detailed, vivid description of an ax entering a skull, and nobody will say a word in protest. But if you write a similarly detailed description of a penis entering a vagina, you get letters from people saying they’ll never read you again. What the hell? Penises entering vaginas bring a lot more joy into the world than axes entering skulls."
—  Author George R. R. Martin (A Song of Ice and Fire.) Interview published in May 2012 Rolling Stones Magazine. (via sweetupndown9)
boltreblogues:

félinité

boltreblogues:

félinité

May 13th
23:19
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mahpiohanzia

dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. the disappointment of being unable to fly, unable to stretch out your arms and vault into the air, having finally shrugged off the ballast of your own weight and ignited the fuel tank of unfulfilled desires you’ve been storing up since before you were born.

darksilenceinsuburbia:

Daniel Egnéus. Little Red Riding Hood / Harper Collins, 2011

May 11th
01:08
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"This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals–sounds that say listen to this, it is important."
—  Gary Provost  (via helloheather)
andrewharlow:

drill holes through studio wall, 2012- james nizam

andrewharlow:

drill holes through studio wall, 2012- james nizam