tumblr is the saddest on the weekends because we see who has a life and who doesn’t
"The things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist."
Ernest Hemingway, from A Farewell to Arms
(Charles Scribner’s Sons, 1929)
the manuscripts of the masters: 20th century writers
jean-louis lebris de kerouac
francis scott key fitzgerald
ernest miller hemingway
john ronald reule tolkien
ohn ernst steinbeck, jr
My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.
What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? I never know what you are thinking. Think.