At The Beach || The Avett Brothers
on counting
we count. days and hours. until we see each other and then until we have to say goodbye. it gets redundant and old and depressing. but in the counting we find a rhythm that works and in that rhythm i am thankful i have something to count. even if it’s of time that i wish would slow down and speed up accordingly. because without the days and hours separating us or keeping us together, what is there?
here we go magic, how do i know
(Source: marry-for-money, via l-e-v)
"To repeat Octavia Butler response after winning her MacArthur: I’m no genius. They didn’t ask me to take any kind of IQ test before turning over the letter. Sure I worked my ass off these last 16 years, poured my heart into everything I wrote, took as many risks as I could endure, but fuck, which artist hasn’t more or less done the same? Still, as an artist one is always humbled and gratified when the larger world recognizes the impossible work you’ve put into your art. The loot will definitely be awesome for the work—maybe I’ll be able to teach less, to delve deeper into my next novel than I would ever have imagined, I might be able to buy my own apartment and get all my books out of storage, pull my book self together. A MacArthur buys quite a lot of freedom and hopefully that freedom will allow me to become a better artist. That’s the dream, isn’t it? And at the indirect level I hope the award will bring visibility to U.S. Latino letters and inspire young people from similar backgrounds—Dominican, Latino, Caribbean, African Diasporic, food stamp poor, immigrant, ESL, Speech therapy, no one’s favorite student ever—to realize that you don’t need a lightning bolt on your forehead to be amazing—that you don’t have to come from communities or families of ancestral power to be yourself excellent in your art. As I always tell my young people half of what fools call genius is just showing up and doing the work and that’s something anybody can do if they got the heart. Absolutely anybody."
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Omnivoracious: National Book Award Nominee Junot Díaz on Winning a MacArthur Genius Grant, the Joy in Writing, and “This Is How You Lose Her” (via peterwknox)
(via mascarah)
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“Travel is little beds and cramped bathrooms. It’s old television sets and slow Internet connections. Travel is extraordinary conversations with ordinary people. It’s waiters, gas station attendants, and housekeepers becoming the most interesting people in the world. It’s churches that are compelling enough to enter. It’s McDonald’s being a luxury. It’s the realization that you may have been born in the wrong country. Travel is a smile that leads to a conversation in broken English. It’s the epiphany that pretty girls smile the same way all over the world. Travel is tipping 10% and being embraced for it. Travel is the same white T-shirt again tomorrow. Travel is accented sex after good wine and too many unfiltered cigarettes. Travel is flowing in the back of a bus with giggly strangers. It’s a street full of bearded backpackers looking down at maps. Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that just was. It’s the rediscovery of walking somewhere. It’s sharing a bottle of liquor on an overnight train with a new friend. Travel is “Maybe I don’t have to do it that way when I get back home.” It’s nostalgia for studying abroad that one semester. Travel is realizing that “age thirty” should be shed of its goddamn stigma.”—Nick Miller
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(Source: toknowitself, via quarterlifecoe)
first razorback game of the season is in the books. seeing the sea of red that filled the stadium was like coming home. it is so good to be back. woo pig!
