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My name is Sarah. I can pretty much be summed up by the things I post here. Actually, I can't. I just said that because I don't know what else to say. I probably love you. This blog is a Parks and Rec devotional Thursday-Thursday. Enjoy.
You know who my gods are, who I believe in fervently? Herman Melville, Emily Dickinson — she’s probably the top — Mozart, Shakespeare, Keats. These are wonderful gods who have gotten me through the narrow straits of life.
— Maurice Sendak on religion and faith. [complete interviews here] (via nprfreshair)

(via nprfreshair)

Cover your arms.
Don’t let your elbows
show.

That’s what my neighbors
down in Alabama tell
their daughters
so no elbow
plump or thin
tan or pink
will entice others
to passion.

But if I thought
my scrawny, two-toned
elbows would lure you

if I thought
my skinny, sharp-boned
elbows could secure you

I’d flap my arms
like a chicken
like a pea-fowl
like a guinea hen

when next I saw you
honey
I’d roll
up my sleeves and
sin
sin
sin.

—  Minnie Bruce Pratt, Elbows (via grammatolatry)

I always choose one obnoxious book to read over the summer. This summer I vow to actually READ said book. Can’t decide between Ulysses, Anna Karenina, and The Idiot. Halp? I’m open to other suggestions.

slaughterhouse90210:

“Even among men lacking all distinction he inevitably stood out as a man lacking more distinction than all the rest, and people who met him were always impressed by how unimpressive he was.”― Joseph Heller, Catch-22

slaughterhouse90210:

“Even among men lacking all distinction he inevitably stood out as a man lacking more distinction than all the rest, and people who met him were always impressed by how unimpressive he was.”
― Joseph Heller, Catch-22

If a girl ever drives four hours alone in the dark wipe of 3am to meet you
            for brunch

if you can imagine her being too young to buy beer,

if she dances in the back without red lipstick watching your mouth

if she links a forefinger through your belt loop, follows you to a home
            on a two-lane road over dead rocks and souls left to dry,
            past red capes of dust fields,

if you pull over at the road’s split lip and she pulls over, too

if you sit by her pool, sick with no decent pool man, drinking wine
            until your teeth are bleeding without apology,

if you continue to tell stories that have no song lyrics to legacy them,

if you tap you forehead twice against the side of her bed she won’t sleep on—
            already spreading in the goodbye behind you—
            she loves you I promise, though she won’t want to admit it.
betterbooktitles:

John Steinbeck: East of Eden
Reader Submission: Title and Redesign by Ryan Arey.

betterbooktitles:

John Steinbeck: East of Eden

Reader Submission: Title and Redesign by Ryan Arey.

slaughterhouse90210:

“But nothing disturbs the feeling of specialness like the presence of other human beings feeling identically special.”― Jonathan Franzen, Freedom 

slaughterhouse90210:

“But nothing disturbs the feeling of specialness like the presence of other human beings feeling identically special.”
Jonathan Franzen, Freedom 

(Things To Forget Him By)

1) Order your steak bloody, your whiskey, straight up.

2) Purchase sensible things you’ve needed for some time: ink cartridge, rain gear, vacuum-cleaner bags.

3) Picture him tasting the congealed frosting of wedding cake samples, talking to the blonde-tipped florist, checking his watch every fifth word.

4) Remember all the places his hands have (haven’t) been and all the places you wish his hands have (haven’t) been.

5) Take long baths.

6) Make dinner for the man you live with. Manage (a record) not the burn the sauce.

7) See him everywhere: hotel bars; the laughter of people on trains; the dopey, blanked-out eyes of the Krispy Kreme guy.

8) Floss.

9) Take to drinking sherry in the tub while leafing through women’s magazines. Learn to mulch, prevent rug burn, undo a zipper with your teeth.

10) Buy a rubber plant on sale. Manage (a record) to keep it alive for a month.

11) Recall, in the dark, the warmth of his mouth on your neck, the warmth of his neck on your mouth.

12) Picture him, again, the only way you know how: standing around the portico, fumbling with the lighter, his shoulders hunched against the wind and beyond him the water, always the water…
holdonmagnolia:

Mary Oliver, excerpt from When Death Comes

holdonmagnolia:

Mary Oliver, excerpt from When Death Comes

(Source: theoryoflostthings)

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