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Every single day, I get emails from aspiring writers asking my advice about how to become a writer, and here is the only advice I can give: Don’t make stuff because you want to make money — it will never make you enough money. And don’t make stuff because you want to get famous — because you will never feel famous enough. Make gifts for people — and work hard on making those gifts in the hope that those people will notice and like the gifts.

Maybe they will notice how hard you worked, and maybe they won’t — and if they don’t notice, I know it’s frustrating. But, ultimately, that doesn’t change anything — because your responsibility is not to the people you’re making the gift for, but to the gift itself.

John Green (via sometimesagreatnotion)
kelsfjord:

Q&A w/ Tom Gauld
We hear all the complaining that goes on in the world of poetry: “The only people who buy poetry are the poets.” Well no one complains about the fact that the only people who buy wool are knitters and the only people who buy oil paints are oil painters.

We hear all the complaining that goes on in the world of poetry: “The only people who buy poetry are the poets.” Well no one complains about the fact that the only people who buy wool are knitters and the only people who buy oil paints are oil painters. 

vintageanchor:

“Anything processed by memory is fiction.” — David Shields

vintageanchor:

“Anything processed by memory is fiction.”
— David Shields

If you spend your life just writing fiction, you are going to falsify your material.
V.S. Naipaul (via vintageanchor)
dontmugyourself:

World Trade Center from Jersey City Heights.

dontmugyourself:

World Trade Center from Jersey City Heights.

When a girl feels that she’s perfectly groomed and dressed she can forget that part of her. That’s charm. The more parts of yourself you can afford to forget the more charm you have.
F. Scott Fitzgerald [via candidepourquoi-passuicideblonde]. (via librarysciences)
(via juliasegal)
juliasegal:

Funny, until a stranger starts humping the back of your head.

juliasegal:

Funny, until a stranger starts humping the back of your head.