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Alluding Misnomer
humansofnewyork:

“I want to be an artist.”
“What kind of art do you want to make?”
“I want to make different versions of myself.”
aseaofquotes:

Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
humansofnewyork:

My last wife was 47 years older than me.”
“47 years???”
“Yep. We met when she was 80 and I was 33. She came to the nursing home where I worked, and everyday she would spend six hours with her dying husband. I said to myself: ‘If she ever loves me like that, I’ll be OK.’ We married a couple years later, and stayed together until she died at the age of 96. If I had any money, I’d make a movie about it.”
mercurialmagic:

“I believe that if, at the end of it all, according to our abilities, we have done something to make others a little happier, and something to make ourselves a little happier, that is about the best we can do. To make others less happy is a crime. To make ourselves unhappy is where all crime starts. We must try to contribute joy to the world. That is true no matter what our problems, our health, our circumstances. We must try.”—Roger Ebert, Life Itself
nevver:

How to Make Write
W. W. Norton: Essay on the Personal
Our advice to every author that we ever talk to about anything
areyouahauntedpotato:

ozyreads:

stankface:

mentation:

n4maste:

i think its cool that theyre both black

My history professor told me there are 300 shades of African skin, I believe him. 

FINALLY!
A fucking pic that doesn’t fetishize albinos!!!! I never thought I’d live to see the day tbh.

holy shit that is an amazing visual

Omg what I thought those people were painted
Holy cow is that their real skin human diversity is amazing
"All you can give us is what life is about from your point if view."
Anne Lamott, “Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life”
"First, find out what your hero wants, then just follow him!"
Ray Bradbury (via yeahwriters)
chrisfox:

The English language is crazy!
"When I write, I feel like an armless legless man with a crayon in his mouth."
Kurt Vonnegut