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Every picture of Vladimir Nabokov catching butterflies deserves the caption, “Haters gonna hate.”
(via nouvellabooks)
A great man if ever there was one.
Oh sir we’ll miss you. Thanks for many, many great nights with the King of the Wild Things.
(…Also, I recognized the rocks in this photo?)
(Source: ogrusha)
(Source: capecodblackmetal)
A realization about pseudonyms
Maybe some people can only write if they think the creative imperative can be voiced from behind someone else’s skin. Writing is a process of separation, spinning the universal (and therefore, the stranger’s, the alien) from casual recognition. (A thought, the sort that superimposes itself in the stream of consciousness and makes matter out of the everyday, must apply elsewhere, if it has occurred at all.) Perhaps a pseudonym, if not a necessary other, is the distance some writing needs. The other strikes as it will from afar.
I changed my name in the byline of the Tumblr page because I like the idea of being addressed in third person by my first name. I don’t know if it will take, or if it will have any affect on my writing. But that it why it is different.
(Inspired by some confusion on a reference to the lovers George Sand and Claude Debussy.)
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Reading in Trees (by LaurenKelseyPhotography)
Imagine my surprise when I show up on my own dashboard and I didn’t put myself there.
