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just a couple of things, in case I forget

yourprescription:

Soooo, I want to try this.

yourprescription:

Soooo, I want to try this.

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(Source: y-anmulkin, via thatkindofwoman)

thirdeyeblinking:

Anis, you’re married now. Oh how happy this makes me. 

thirdeyeblinking:

Anis, you’re married now. Oh how happy this makes me. 

WHAAAT.

sea-change:

hdub7743:

theghostofjamesdean:

werewolf season// dubstep remix of mumford and sons “little lion man”

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Ahhhh, holy shit.  I was not expecting to like this (I didn’t think Mumford’s voice, nevermind their melodies, would work with dubstep), but I have been proven wrong.

So good.

born in the year of the butterfly knife.: since no one wants to hire me ANYway, maybe i should start sending out truthful cover letters: →

sea-change:

Dear Sir or Madam,

I am writing to apply for whatever the hell position you’re willing to give me. As a foulmouthed two-time college dropout (from Canada, no less), I believe myself to be the perfect candidate for your team, since we all know that people want underlings they can look down their…

thatkindofwoman:

ysvoice:| ♕ |  Party in a Barn  | by stylemepretty | via janniny

thatkindofwoman:

ysvoice:| Party in a Barn  | by stylemepretty | via janniny

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A poet is somebody who feels, and who expresses his feeling through words.

This may sound easy. It isn’t.

A lot of people think or believe or know they feel - but that’s thinking or believing or knowing; not feeling. And poetry is feeling - not knowing or believing or thinking.

Almost anybody can learn to think or believe or know, but not a single human being can be taught to feel. Why? Because whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.

To be nobody-but-yourself - in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.

As for expressing nobody-but-yourself in words, that means working just a little harder than anybody who isn’t a poet can possibly imagine. Why?

Because nothing is quite as easy as using words like somebody else. We all of us do exactly this nearly all of the time - and whenever we do it, we are not poets.

If, at the end of your first ten or fifteen years of fighting and working and feeling, you find you’ve written one line of one poem, you’ll be very lucky indeed.

And so my advice to all young people who wish to become poets is: do something easy, like learning how to blow up the world - unless you’re not only willing, but glad, to feel and work and fight till you die.

Does this sound dismal? It isn’t.

It’s the most wonderful life on earth.

Or so I feel.

— e.e. cummings, “A Poet’s Life”

The Wailin’ Jennys - All the Stars

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