Writers don’t make any money at all. We make about a dollar. It is terrible. But then again we don’t work either. We sit around in our underwear until noon then go downstairs and make coffee, fry some eggs, read the paper, read part of a book, smell the book, wonder if perhaps we ourselves should work on our book, smell the book again, throw the book across the room because we are quite jealous that any other person wrote a book, feel terribly guilty about throwing the schmuck’s book across the room because we secretly wonder if God in heaven noticed our evil jealousy, or worse, our laziness. We then lie across the couch facedown and mumble to God to forgive us because we are secretly afraid He is going to dry up all our words because we envied another man’s stupid words. And for this, as I said, we are paid a dollar. We are worth so much more.
Donald Miller (via writingquotes)
I had both of them that afternoon, and I came to the conclusion that white boys are so delicious. That time back in my dance studio ranks as one of the most celestial experiences of my life. Those two beauties transported me to heaven. I never knew that lovemaking could be so beautiful.
Eartha Kitt on her threesome with James Dean and Paul Newman (via commanderspook)
Madeleine L’Engle (via 13thmoon)
Kurt Vonnegut (via thesoutherly)
Represented by the same studio of Lara Kiosses, vegetal artist Duy Anh Nhan Duc has collaborated with photographer Isabelle Chapuis for a poetical serie : “Dandelion”. The serie, one tribute to dandelions through women’s portraits, full of finesse.
Oh god, somebody get me a Benadryl…..
The days of Dexter are officially over. The first promo shots of Michael C. Hall as Hedwig from Broadway’s production of Hedwig and the Angry Inch have been released, revealing a side of the actor that’s far different than anything we’ve come to know since Hall’s pre Six Feet Under days.