Not Iambic….Do Not Accept…
These tags I’ll pop, and boast in rhyming verse
that what I wear puts swagger in my gait;
though twenty shillings have I in my purse,
my self-esteem and manhood both inflate
when lofty furs I purchase for a cent.
Thy grandpa’s clothes are worthy salvage, though
they smell a trifle musty. Still, I spent
much less to dress myself from head to toe.
To save or not to save? The question’s moot.
I’ll never give my coin to high-street crooks.
These dusty shelves will yield their hidden loot
to those, like me, more frugal in their looks.
Like ancient coins washed up on distant shores,
I’ll find my treasures in these thrifty stores.
- Macklemore, “Thrift Shoppe”
*Crying with laughter*
ITS IN IAMBIC PENTAMETER. THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING.
(Source: frodokenobi, via powells)
How to Talk Yourself Out of …
plastic surgery: The Island of Dr. Moreau by H. G. Wells
tattoos: In the Penal Colony by Franz Kafka
haircuts: Sweeney Todd (multiple authors)
Oooh, let’s make this a thing…
prep school: The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
hooking up with exes: The Great Gatsby by F Scott Fitzgerald
holding a grudge: Moby Dick by Herman Melville
marriage: Revolutionary Road by Richard Yates
cheating: Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
manic pixie dream girls: Breakfast At Tiffany’s by Truman Capote
extramarital affairs: The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne. (See also: Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert)
trusting teenagers: Lord of the Flies by William Golding
politics: Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare
The writer’s job is to turn the unspeakable into words — not just into any words, but if we can, into rhythm and blues. — Anne Lamott (via ilivetowriteandinspire)
“But as in ethics, evil is a consequence of good, so in fact, out of joy is sorrow born. Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of today, or the agonies which are have their origin in the ecstasies which might have been.”
- from “Berenice” by Edgar Allan Poe
The hit class is back for another round—with an added week of instruction!
It’s not our job to toughen our children up to face a cruel and heartless world. It’s our job to raise children who will make the world a little less cruel and heartless. — L. R. Knost via thatkindofwoman (via petitpoulailler)
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Ideas? My head is full of them, one after the other, but they serve no purpose there. They must be put down on paper, one after the other. — Camilo José Cela (via theparisreview)
It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it. — Charles Bukowski, Pulp (via audrotas)
(Source: henrycharlesbukowski, via theavengress)