Source: davidout-sortir
I write one page of masterpiece to ninety one pages of shit.
Ernest Hemingway to F. Scott Fitzgerald, Letters of Note: Forget your personal tragedy (via keitlinalee)
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Source: lettersofnote.com
Source: sofouerradi
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.—Wallace Stevens
(Artist unknown)
Source: journalofanobody
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