everything written by: Frank O'Hara, David Sedaris, Mindy Nettifee, and Kurt Vonnegut. denim, iced coffee, The White Stripes, every episode of The West Wing, the idea of Jon Stewart as my husband, The Dead Weather, Scottish accents, margaritas en mass, The Horrors, movies with fast cars where things blow up...
“I always give books. And I always ask for books. I think you should reward people sexually for getting you books. Don’t send a thank-you note, repay them with sexual activity. If the book is rare or by your favorite author or one you didn’t know about, reward them with the most perverted sex act you can think of. Otherwise, you can just make out.”
“Next year I will not be the self of this year now. And that is why I laugh at the transient, the ephemeral; laugh, while clutching, holding, tenderly, like a fool his toy, cracked glass, water through fingers. For all the writing, for all the invention of engines to express and convey and capture life, it is the living of it that is the gimmick. It goes by, and whatever dream you use to dope up the pains and hurts, it goes. Delude yourself about printed islands of permanence. You’ve only got so long to live. You’re getting your dream. Things are working, blind forces, no personal spiritual beneficent ones except your own intelligence and the good will of a few other fools and fellow humans. So hit it while it’s hot.”
— The Unabridged Journals -Sylvia Plath (via tackybangs)