An under appreciated word: charisma



There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed
Happy birthday Ernest Hemingway, b. on this day in 1899 (via penamerican)

I am so in love with you that there isn’t anything else.
Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via bookmania)

winstons-and-enochs:

eliot’s ‘the love song of j. alfred prufrock’, illustrated by julian peters.

winstons-and-enochs:

eliot’s ‘the love song of j. alfred prufrock’, illustrated by julian peters.


We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.
 T. S. Eliot  (via wordsnquotes)

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It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
E.E. Cummings (via feellng)

humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it’s there and sitting down

on it
and because you are
forever making poems in the lap
of death Humanity

i hate you

e.e. cummings (via observando)

Whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.
E.E. Cummings (via realizes)

To be nobody but
yourself in a world
which is doing its best day and night to make you like
everybody else means to fight the hardest battle
which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
E.E. Cummings (via kushandwizdom)

i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
e.e. cummings (via observando)

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It’s that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that’s what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (via wordsnquotes)

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To gain your own voice, you have to forget about having it heard.
Allen Ginsberg (via feellng)

Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself; I am large — I contain multitudes.
Walt Whitman (via quotes-shape-us)

I act as the tongue of you,
… tied in your mouth … . in mine it begins to be loosened.
Walt Whitman (via observando)