The Muse Descends

 Franz Kafka, from Diaries (via violentwavesofemotion)

I’ve bit my lip into a swollen ribbon, I’m no good at waiting Form and function slid into necessity and I’m not holding my breath for clarity to surface there’s this whole word of news with absolutely nothing new and love has not been a verb that I’ve carried in my bones lately I’m trying something new, I’m trying locking all the doors you’re covered in all this skin and I’m covered in dirt God, if you’re still out there, when will you pick me up clean me up, take me out where people are alive and laughing, and free

1. From the moment you declare your major, you will claim authority over any and all grammar or spelling disputes that arise in everyday conversations. If two friends are squabbling about the difference between affect and effect, you but have to say, “English major!” and...

Aria says, “No, Mommy! No Kitchen Nightmares!!”

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings (via words-and-coffee)

Lemony Snicket (via paintdeath)

Jack Kerouac (via o-r-p-h-i-c)

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