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I wrote 20 pages on Faulkner’s The Bear four hours before final papers were due on trucker pills and coffee and cigarettes and got an A, fuck you. You people couldn’t hang with real slackers.

baby formula sinking to the bottom of the ocean in international waters 60 nautical miles from the site of mass starvation. this shames the world

many such cases in grad school

Why must a movie be “good” ? Is it not enough to sit somewhere dark and see a beautiful face, huge?

(about byron and shelley) it's always two bitches with bipolar disorder telling each other "exaaactly"

my personal understanding of the Rapture, which came to me in a dream of such visionary beauty it cannot be doubted, is that the Rapture has occurred not once but many times, but only to individuals, singly: it is the ecstatic culmination of life, in death. it is non-negotiable, non-repeatable, & most of all it is singular. but it is real enough, & indeed it is imminent for you, you & you, & me.

Why am I scrolling. What am I searching for

CHOTINER: It’s a nice little library you’ve got here, nice selection. Me: Thank you. CHOTINER: You take great care of these books. So many spines in mint condition. Me: [visibly perspiring]

can i come over and have some paper to draw on

every day the universe tries to get me to care less about things. to embrace indifference. and every day i resist, by being (i hope) Compassionate but also more importantly by Going Crazy

Actually the hardest thing in adulthood is fighting the apathy. It’s so easy to just not do things with your life

Live life fully, buy yourself a book. Read the book. Don’t finish it. Buy another book. Go on a long walk. Read 3 pages of the book at the park. Buy another book. Add the book to a pile. Feel the breeze on your skin. Buy another book. Annotate the first chapter. Go buy another bo