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    2013
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    2012
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    2012
  • 08
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    2012
  • 04
  • 1st March
    2012
  • 01
The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him… a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create — so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.

Pearl S. Buck (via selfinspiration)

(via scarletempress)

Especially the ‘inhumanly sensitive’ part. 

(Source: larmoyante, via thedame)

  • 24th December
    2011
  • 24

I need an unfucking list so I remember to do all the stuff I need to do.

You may ignore this post if you so choose.

I need to-

  • Keep on drinking this kick ass smoothie (It’s all gone, y’all. =( )
  • Finish all the laundry
  • Clean my friggin’ room
  • Fill & run the damn dishwasher
  • Sweep the floors like a boss
  • Clean the effing breakfast nook
  • Mop those fucking kitchen floors
  • Pack some shit in my suitcase of doom
  • Take out the trashy trash bags when I’m done unfucking
  • Kick ass and take names for getting everything done