Ode to Norma Jean by Olivia Gatwood
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?
A pen, I suppose.
—Elana
Writers aren’t exactly people, thеу’re a whole lot οf people trying tο bе one person.
—F. Scott Fitzgerald (via thegirlandherbooks)
(Source: how-novelistic)
With Ash in Your Mouth, You Plead for Rain
I wish I could have posted this here when I finished writing it.
I could have told you what was going through my head—if anything—or what spurred it. Why I named them what I did, why they’re in NYC from Idaho, why I didn’t write it from her point of view. But I can’t.
Instead, you get me being wistful.
—Elana.
They meet again in such an ordinary way that Nash doesn’t think it’s real.
He thinks it’s a dream, and at any moment his alarm will croak out a shrill call.
Except that moment of surrealism passes and he realizes that it is entirely real.
It’s just a dirty street corner in a city they both happen to live in since they escaped the small town in Idaho they grew up in. Nash doesn’t even run into her like in the movies they used to watch when they were fifteen.
His head was tilted back, reading the street signs to make sure he was on course, he toed to the edge of the sidewalk to check the light and there she was, Estelle, quietly humming under her breath and nothing momentous happens. Nash’s eyes widen behind his thickly framed glasses, he looks away swiftly, allowing himself to be horrified in his choice to wear his ancient high school sweater, but Estelle is still there — still humming a melody which sounds vaguely like a Pineapple Thief song.
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
—Ernest Hemingway (via mols)
Watsky on his writing process and writer’s block.
(Source: deadmaid)
(Source: dearbarack)
They never say to you, ‘What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies?’ Instead, they demand, ‘How old is he? How many brothers has he? How much money does his father make?’ Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.
—Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (via mols)
