April 12, 2014
"So why do I write, torturing myself to put it down? Because in spite of myself I’ve learned some things. Without the possibility of action, all knowledge comes to one labeled “file and forget,” and I can neither file nor forget."

Invisible Man, Ralph Ellison. Ellison was born on this day in 1914. (via penamerican)

Perhaps the greatest American novel.

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April 12, 2014
Cute boy in class: can I have a piece of paper?
Me: sure *hands him a marriage certificate*
April 12, 2014

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April 12, 2014
Don’t brag; it’s unbecoming.

Don’t brag; it’s unbecoming.

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April 11, 2014
Same.

Same.

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April 11, 2014
"I write to close my eyes."

— Franz Kafka as quoted by Jenny Offill in Dept. of Speculation  (via violentwavesofemotion)

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April 11, 2014
"Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect."

— Mark Twain (via beautilation)

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April 11, 2014
"You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that."

Samuel Beckett, from Endgame (via violentwavesofemotion)

Well, actually…

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April 11, 2014
do-not-touch-my-food:

Buffalo Chicken, Guacamole and Onion Ring Salad

do-not-touch-my-food:

Buffalo Chicken, Guacamole and Onion Ring Salad

April 11, 2014
Kerouac Bivouac

shamelesspoetry:

Pack  your rucksack

And we’ll walk west.

Bread, cheese, port wine;

Booted feet up mountain paths.

Kerouac campfires

In the jungles of

The Railroad Earth.

Santa Fe, Nashville:

Bury us in your dirt.

Shows us your dogs;

We will show you

Their masters.

Submitted Poetry by:
http://rucksackrevolution.tumblr.com

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