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i like reading my thoughts after i think them.

it's better than people who like to hear themselves talk—
the poor listener is just stuck there with annoying company.
at least i give you the option to peace out...

Art isn’t therapy. We’re not here to work out our personal problems, we’re here to take those problems and completely exploit them to hell with how much we hurt. Actually, the more you hurt, the better.
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Influence isn’t just a matter of copying someone or learning his or her tricks. You get influenced by writers whose work gives you hints about your own abilities and inclinations. Being influenced is largely a process of self-discovery. What you have to do is put all your influences into the blender and arrive at your own style and vision. That’s the way it happens in music—you put a sitar in a rock song and you get a new sound. It’s hybridization again. Hybrid vigor. It operates in art, too. The idea that a writer is a born genius, endowed with blazing originality, is mostly a myth, I think. You have to work at your originality. You create it; it doesn’t create you.
Jeffrey Eugenides, as interviewed by Jonathan Safran Foer, BOMB Magazine Fall 2002
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  • 7 months ago
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artist ambition check: artist? ambition? check.

JR: How can I fix the world, I am just an artist.

Prize Director: No, no. You don’t need to FIX the world. You just need to CHANGE it.

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  • 8 months ago
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The artist’s job is not to succumb to despair, but to find an antidote to the emptiness of existence.
Gertrude Stein, Midnight in Paris (2011)
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  • 9 months ago
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final project for my personal narrative writing class.
(don’t forget, personal narrative pieces can be fiction!) 
and i really am gonna stop tumbling from assignments… 

if you don’t get it, i applaud you.
hold on to that for as long as you can.

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Happiness

Damn, you look so good tonight.

There you are: tall, dark and strong, just sitting at the bar. You look so sharp in those colors too – I’ve seen you in yellow and blue and green and brown, but this low lighting seems to spotlight you when you’re stirring up trouble in this strawberry red. And even amidst all this chaos and commotion within this little downtown hotspot, you still manage to remain so smooth, so chill, so cool and so real. It’s as if you’ve been waiting for me to arrive all night, as if you were practically picked right off a menu and perfectly served to my seat. You never seem to disappoint me.

And well, let’s be honest – I’ve been looking forward to seeing you again too. I look for opportunities to be with you. And that’s why I deliberately put on this little black dress and sprayed my neck with a new perfume. I did it because I knew you’d be here. But I’m sure you knew that already. It seems like everyone here wants a piece of you, I feel like I have to work so hard just to get the attention, just to get my hands on you!

I never believed in “love at first sight” before I had a taste of you, I never even thought you’d be my type. My parents warned me not to get involved with you, not to even go near you, as if something bad would happen. So many of my friends became well acquainted with you before we ever crossed paths, and even though I had heard drops of information about you from them, I didn’t think I’d like you. I guess I just wasn’t ready yet, I think I was just too young – I wasn’t mature enough for this kind of relationship, for these kinds of settings and activities and emotions and experiences. I never realized how good it gets after I get to know you…oh man…

The first time we met: a few weeks ago, I was at a lame college party at someone’s friend’s friend’s house a mile or so from campus. I didn’t really know anyone there, but everyone seemed to be magnetically drawn to you, no matter where you were: playing games in the living room, serving guests in the kitchen, or fooling around in the bedroom, you were always the center of attention. You caught my eye and grabbed my hand, and I’ve been hooked ever since then.

I don’t know why you’ve been having this effect on me, but I just can’t seem to get enough of you. You’re just so intoxicating, attractive, I’ve never felt like this before. Ever. Just watching the drops of sweat slide down your long spine, touching your neck, grazing your perfectly curved mouth, and I remember – at tongue’s first touch, you were so cold to me. And normally, I’d be put off by this but, for some reason, I was just so damn curious. Maybe it’s because of what everyone says about you or how I’ve seen you with others that I just wanted to really try you for myself. Because they can’t all be wrong…and boy, were they right, all right.

For some reason, I automatically just feel so comfortable with you; it’s like all my anxiety and tension and stress simply disappear and things just become so clear. And you have this way of helping me open up – I don’t mind spilling my secrets when I’m with you. I’m suddenly served with so much courage and personality and excitement, and you make my heart beat so fast! It’s so thrilling! I love it! You make me feel great, like I want to dance on top of tables and sing at the top of my lungs to songs I don’t even know without caring what other people think – and I would never even think of doing that if it weren’t for you! And you’re just sooooo delicious and sooooo clean and sooooo fresh and absolutely amazing and GOD just being with you feels sooooooooo goooooooood. There’s something about you that makes me feel soooooo freeeeeeeeee andd soooooo braaaaaaaaaave and sooooo damnnnnnn beautifullll. I’ve neverrr felllltttt soooo beaaaaauuutifulllll bfore! i nevr new ii culd fell ths good! oooooohh mann I jus wnt u too ;alkdrfja;lsdiua surounnd me nd cunsoom mee kjgdfdkjl; an fil me andd wsh all mmy trublez awayyyyzz a;lsdkfna iiiii looooooveeeee yoooooo!!!!!!!!!! ;elkf asu;ld immn nt alwyzz lyk dis dft;alskdfj;alse te lasssst tym dis hppnd iii regrttddd ittt nd saydd iiii wulddnt aannyynoree bt oooooo rba;ldkjf;asd DNNT TELLLL!!!! Bbtt tghen iiu wdntt b hrre w/ yooo!!!!






…wow, that was a night to remember.

I had a great time with you last night. It was so much fun! And it was a nice surprise to even wake up to you this morning!

But then – and I don’t know why this always happens – you always leave me. And it always hurts when you leave me. I feel physical pains all over my body that I’ve never ever felt before and it hurts like hell and I don’t know how to get rid of them. It’s unbearable: I feel like banging my head against the wall and the entire thing just makes me sick to my stomach. It’s like once you’re gone, nothing can make me feel better anymore.

And it’s been a while since we’ve last been together. And maybe…okay, I know I’m not supposed to say this, but I’m just gonna say it: I miss you. I fell for you, hard. I’m trying to be completely honest right now, and can’t we just be together forever? If it’s wrong to be with you, then I don’t ever want to be right – I swear we were meant to be from the time I first saw you in the bar that night. I know I could definitely fall asleep to you every night, you keep me so warm in this cold world and you always seem to comfort me, no matter what my troubles are. You just have this spellbinding way of making me magically forget about everything that’s bothering me or worrying me or damaging my soul. You’re the only one that fills the holes in heart so quickly, that fills me with so much joy. And I feel completely invincible when I’m with you, like nothing in this world can touch me. I don’t want anything in this world to touch me but you.

People say I’ve been spending too much time with you, that I should stay away from bars and clubs and all our other favorite places so that I don’t have to run into you and be tempted again. As if you were holding me back, tying me down, limiting the real me from coming out, but I think it’s the opposite! Why do they say it’s awful that we’ve seen each other every day for months now? People think that you’re bad for me – even though you make me feel so good – and that you’re dangerous. How is that even possible? I’ve seen you with other people and no one says anything about them! It’s like people just don’t want me to be happy or something…

You make me happy. You always make me happy.

I want you.

I want to see you again.

I want what we had…what I thought we had…I have to get it back.

You’re my best friend, my main confidant, my source of love and comfort. When you’re gone, I’m gone. My entire body feels like there’s a strong craving it cannot deny, and I swear I’ve never felt such an authentic high before. I just want to be free and brave and beautiful again. God damnit, I just want to feel good again, is that such a bad thing? Even if it’s only just for one night, only for a few hours of your company, I just want to be with you again. Because I haven’t been able to feel free or brave or beautiful since you’ve left. In fact, I feel like an entire part of me is missing now, like I can’t walk this world without you, like I can’t see straight or stand up properly without you. Nothing makes sense without you, nothing feels right without you, nothing. I feel so god damn empty and I want to feel whole again. I need to feel whole again. I need to. I need you. I need you. I need you. I need you. I need you. I need you. I need you. I need you. I need you. I need you. I need you. I need you. I need you. I need you. I need you. I need you. I need you. I need you. I need you. I need you. I need you. I need you. I need you. I need you. I need you. I need you. I need you. I need you. I need you. I need you. I need you.

I need you.

I need you.

I need you.

I NEED YOU. NOW.

I’ll do anything. I will. I don’t care what it costs me, I’ll do it. I don’t care what people think anymore, what could happen to me, what I lose while trying to win you back on my side. And I know I’ve hurt other people since you came into my life, but I don’t care anymore because I’m hurting more than anyone out there when I’m without you.

And all I know is that I’ll die without you in my life.

Oh, I can’t wait until five o’clock stumbles around again! It’s my favorite time because it’s the time we spend together, my happiest hours of the day. All you need is love, and with a love like this, what could possibly go wrong?

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  • 1 year ago
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