April 2012
50 posts
I intend to live forever, or die trying: soulhunting: Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and... →
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Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is….
“I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I’ve lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment.”
—John Steinbeck, Travels With Charley: In Search of America (via akidnamedcudi)
“There is nothing to writing.
All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” —Ernest Hemingway (via arreter)
All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” —Ernest Hemingway (via arreter)