#cherl strayed

[asoftepiloguemylove]

THE SUN COMES UP AGAIN // LIVING DESPITE IT ALL

Anne Lamott Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life // José Saramago Cain // Kill Your Darlings (2013) dir. John Krokidas // Katie Maria The Memory of a Memory // Cheryl Strayed Tiny Beautiful Things // Undertale (2015) cr. Toby Fox // pinterest // SEVENTEEN: HIT THE ROAD episode 10 A Time To Face Myself (via @kwonhochi) // pinterest // カウボーイビバップ Cowboy Bebop (1988-1999) cr. Hajime Yatate // pinterest // pinterest // Mary Oliver For Example

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Pulling up the Tiny Beautiful Things trailer again just to feel something.

[libidomechanica]

‘With beneath me(i care’)

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Where byrthe. Or, if fragrant kind drops laid When shepheart

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Of thy chance Of well! For will her in equal.

But ioyeth. Whil the treams is face it clother tongue.

Out out those cherl, as if thou birth betwixt that that wel I shoo full of the dream. Inside

to hym on his that surpassing in a diamong you like on take gods hatever not which is a wyf dore, and danglere, To go; But while that times:

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And whay, Sincenses, At his world all draughte may better, was a snare.

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(For essed began, ) of Muse!

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Til atter rest. Or allous and seeme to burnt my head,

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What heauine out oft amaintells And can balls the evening hugging more whose every skipping corpse faults

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Hangel, by the banisht an housbonde; thout one in a spilt.’ Trebles,                 and is disples my that plot one had Venus faithful girthful Dammer speak to bright, where liue ioyes straight from be to climb ther slight in love and the time.

[vickychou]

You get no points for the living, I tell my students. It isn't enough to have had an interesting or hilarious or tragic life. Art isn't anecdote. It's the consciousness we bring to bear on our lives. For which happened in the story to transcend the limit of the personal, it must be driven by the engine of what the story means. This is also true in life, or at least it's true when one wishes to live an ever-evolving life, such as you and I do, sweet pea. What this requires of us is that we don't get tangled up in the living, even when we in fact feel woefully tangled up. It demands that we focus not only on what's happening in our stories, but also what our stories are about.

Tiny Beautiful Things, Cheryl Strayed

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What's your favorite part of Tiny Beautiful Things?