I have nothing now but praise for my life. I’m not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can’t stop them. They leave me and I love them more. … What I dread is the isolation. … There are so many beautiful things in the world which I will have to leave when I die, but I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready. — Maurice Sendak on Fresh Air in 2011. [all interviews with Sendak here] (via nprfreshair)
Make the clay first. Sculpt later. — Kody Keplinger wants to know: What are your excuses for not writing?
If your parents come knocking for some parent/child time, just yell this term paper is due on Tuesday, don’t you care at all about my future?! It will work, and your parents will also feel guilty and give you at least three hours of uninterrupted work time. Which you can use to Tumbl. — Contributor Sumayyah Daud on using The Crazy to avoid family engagements in order to WRITE ALL THE THINGS.
And the bitter underminers, well, they’re too obvious to even worry about. OMG they’re going to make fun of you on their Tumblr!? That’s okay. —
“If there’s one thing I wish I’d learned at 18, it’s that it’s okay if a crazy person hates you. Everyone else will understand in time. Meanwhile, let them expend that energy. Go work on your novel or whatever.”
^^^^^^ dear writers: RELEVANT.
No. No it’s not. Nobody can make fun of me on their Tumblr.
Mark Coatney is a stupidface poo poo head.