Would you kill him in his bed?
Thrust a dagger through his head?
I would not, could not, kill the King.
I could not do that evil thing. 
I would not wed this girl, you see.
Now get her to a nunnery.

~ Green Eggs and Hamlet 


the writers of this show literally wrote down anything that popped in their head and it’s absolutely perfect

Lots of tattoo ideas, not enough money.
— A book by me (via xwolves)


Earth Day! 

But the best possible thing you can do is get your ass down onto the floor. Write so blazingly good that you can’t be framed. Nobody is going to give you permission to write about your vagina, hon. Nobody is going to give you a thing. You have to give it yourself. You have to tell us what you have to say.

That’s what women writers throughout time have done and it’s what we’ll continue to do. It’s not true that to be “a woman writer means to suffer mercilessly and eventually collapse in a heap of ‘I could have been better than this,’” nor is it true that a “unifying theme is many of their careers ended in suicide” and I strongly encourage you to let go of these beliefs. They are inaccurate and melodramatic and they do not serve you. People of all professions suffer and kill themselves. In spite of various mythologies regarding artists and how psychologically fragile we are, the fact is that occupation is not a top predictor for suicide. Yes, we can rattle off a list of women writers who’ve killed themselves and yes, we may conjecture that their status as women in the societies in which they lived contributed to the depressive and desperate state that caused them to do so. But it isn’t the unifying theme.

You know what is?

How many women wrote beautiful novels and stories and poems and essays and plays and scripts and songs in spite of all the crap they endured. How many of them didn’t collapse in a heap of “I could have been better than this” and instead went right ahead and became better than anyone would have predicted or allowed them to be. The unifying theme is resilience and faith. The unifying theme is being a warrior and a motherfucker. It is not fragility. It’s strength. It’s nerve. And “if your Nerve, deny you –,” as Emily Dickinson wrote, “go above your Nerve.” Writing is hard for every last one of us—straight white men included. Coal mining is harder. Do you think miners stand around all day talking about how hard it is to mine for coal? They do not. They simply dig.

You need to do the same, dear sweet arrogant beautiful crazy talented tortured rising star glowbug. That you’re so bound up about writing tells me that writing is what you’re here to do. And when people are here to do that they almost always tell us something we need to hear. I want to know what you have inside you. I want to see the contours of your second beating heart.

Read this Dear Sugar column for the first time last night. Might have burrowed under covers to have a little cry afterwards. (via dynamofire)


(via lauriehalseanderson)

Wow. And, strangely reassuring for me, personally. 

"Don’t Call Me Love" by Meghan Tonjes (ORIGINAL)



"Don’t Call Me Love" by Meghan Tonjes (x)

Don’t call me love

You don’t love me

I know you don’t love me
Don’t call me love
Let you into my home
You stayed in my bed
And all you could do was fuck with my head
I don’t want you the way that you are
burning down bridges
and falling apart
You’re a scared little boy
Breaking the world
Cuz you can’t have your toys
You don’t get the girl
And I’m paying for all of her sins
She won’t love you
So you let me in

you came from a city
where dreams fall apart
so you launched your attack
on my civilian heart
i don’t want you to touch me
I know I’ll be fine
you keep saying you’re sorry
and it sounds like goodbye

you had the face of a friend
so I kept my armor with yours
at the foot of the bed
there you left words
that i won’t forget
you call me love
but I call you regret

@johngreenwritesbooks Just hanging out.


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