betweenthebars

(via pictures for sad children)

Tue, 21 May 2013 23:37:00 -0500

"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence..."

Tue, 21 May 2013 23:14:06 -0500

““The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.””

- Albert Camus

sometimes it makes the heart skip a beat by manyfires on Flickr.

Tue, 21 May 2013 23:09:53 -0500

sometimes it makes the heart skip a beat by manyfires on Flickr.

fouramcoffee: The National // Don’t Swallow the Cap

Tue, 21 May 2013 22:54:52 -0500

fouramcoffee:

The National // Don’t Swallow the Cap

untitled by warmsummernight on Flickr.

Tue, 21 May 2013 22:38:15 -0500

untitled by warmsummernight on Flickr.

So you want to be a writer?

Tue, 21 May 2013 22:32:40 -0500

if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it for money or
fame,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don’t do it.
if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
don’t do it.
if you’re trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.
if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you’re not ready.

don’t be like so many writers,
don’t be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don’t be dull and boring and
pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-
love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.
don’t add to that.
don’t do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don’t do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was.

-Charles Bukowski

Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,

Tue, 21 May 2013 22:22:33 -0500

Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.

And the eyes of those two Indian ponies

Darken with kindness.

They have come gladly out of the willows

To welcome my friend and me.

We step over the barbed wire into the pasture

Where they have been grazing all day, alone.

They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness

That we have come.

They bow shyly as wet swans.

They love each other.

There is no loneliness like theirs.

At home once more,

They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.

I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,

For she has walked over to me

And nuzzled my left hand.

She is black and white,

Her mane falls wild on her forehead,

And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear

That is delicate as the skin over a girl’s wrist.

Suddenly I realize

That if I stepped out of my body I would break

Into blossom.

-James Wright

cool night air rushes in through the windows, the ambient outside collides and blends with the soft,...

Tue, 21 May 2013 22:18:47 -0500

cool night air rushes in through the windows, the ambient outside collides and blends with the soft, mellow, refrain of The National:

“I put on an argyle sweater and put on a smile, I don’t know how to do this, I’m so sorry for everything”

Sitting in my chair, my mind starts to drift, singing softly along with the music, head in my hand. My other hand holds tight to the sharp, sweet smell of scotch that sits in the glass, half empty and lonely. And here I sit, waiting….

say something perfect, something i can steal

Tue, 21 May 2013 22:07:35 -0500

say something perfect, something i can steal

In the skies over black VeniceI see eyes of a white menace The...

Tue, 21 May 2013 13:11:23 -0500

In the skies over black Venice
I see eyes of a white menace
The surprise of the week
Is that I never heard the sound

over the hills and far away by manyfires on Flickr.

Tue, 21 May 2013 13:03:39 -0500

over the hills and far away by manyfires on Flickr.

Photo

Tue, 21 May 2013 11:22:32 -0500

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Tue, 21 May 2013 11:22:28 -0500

untitled by Gema González on Flickr.

Tue, 21 May 2013 08:50:57 -0500

untitled by Gema González on Flickr.

07.07´07 (by johann Smari)

Mon, 20 May 2013 23:09:56 -0500

07.07´07 (by johann Smari)

red wine by Vanessa Correia Rosa on Flickr.

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:19:31 -0500

red wine by Vanessa Correia Rosa on Flickr.

untitled by petros.terra on Flickr.

Mon, 20 May 2013 21:28:57 -0500

untitled by petros.terra on Flickr.

what does your typical day look like?

Mon, 20 May 2013 21:25:22 -0500

get up in the morning, death, death, death, death, death, death, lunch, death, death, death, afternoon tea, death, death, death, quick shower…

What is your instagram!

Mon, 20 May 2013 21:22:44 -0500

If you’re resourceful you can probably discover this on your own but I tend to keep my instagram private from my Tumblr life. It’s like I have a Tumblr Joseph and a real world Joseph and I can’t have my worlds colliding, I gotta keep them apart.

[insert literary reference]: Why Do Men Keep Putting Me in the Girlfriend-Zone?

Mon, 20 May 2013 21:15:56 -0500

[insert literary reference]: Why Do Men Keep Putting Me in the Girlfriend-Zone?:

literaryreference:

You know how it is, right, ladies? You know a guy for a while. You hang out with him. You do fun things with him—play video games, watch movies, go hiking, go to concerts. You invite him to your parties. You listen to his problems. You do all this because you think he wants to be your friend.

But…