A new idea and a way out of this crippling depression/predicament my present “novel” has gotten me in. Why was this so easy every other year and why can’t I seem to get it right now? What’s a story you would like to see written?
A Death-Row Love Story
When his letters arrived, she tore the envelopes open in the same place on the left, then sniffed. The air inside smelled like cloves.
Echols tried to pick up her scent on the paper too. To him she smelled like the sun does, like honey, like warmth.
This article is romantic!
Reblogging this because the New York Times have their own Tumblr source in their own font.
So the challenge, perhaps unrealistic, perhaps impossible, that I’ve set myself is that the novel I write this month be The One. As in: the one that will tell the story I’ve always wanted to tell. The one that will be beautiful and heartbreaking and brilliant and innovative and real. The one that will get me the publishing deal, a guaranteed writing career. I’m graduating next month, after all, and this feels like my last chance. While I still have the security of my classes, the protective framework of a college student, to do the thing that will save me from having to figure it out…more
Good thing about staying awake in bed until 5 am: having necessary realizations. Bad thing: getting no sleep, trying to go to classes and write a novel.
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from thelovedone, well isn’t this just the loveliest dress I’ve ever seen.
(via theclotheshorse)
Unfortunately before my death I had no desire left for life… I am just so bored by everything. You might say bored to death. Did you know I couldn’t last. I always knew it. I wish I could meet you all again.
Candy Darling (November 24th, 1944 - March 21st, 1974)
