The Cutthroat Diaries

Kim Barnes, author and angler, channeling a little Izaak Walton and dreaming of tight lines over white pages, blue waters.

"If you obsess over whether you are making the right decision, you are basically assuming that the universe will reward you for one thing and punish you for another.

The universe has no fixed agenda. Once you make any decision, it works around that decision. There is no right or wrong, only a series of possibilities that shift with each thought, feeling, and action that you experience.”

—   Deepak Chopra (via thatlitsite)
millionsmillions:

Pssst… There’s some free Zadie Smith fiction over this way…

millionsmillions:

Pssst… There’s some free Zadie Smith fiction over this way

humansofnewyork:

“In the 70’s, I used to work out at this Gold’s Gym in California, and one day this wrestling promoter comes in and says: ‘I need a black guy, a Chinese guy, and an Indian—- he said Indian, but he meant Native American.’ I happened to be working out with a black friend and a Chinese friend, so I said: ‘We can do it! I can be an Indian!’ So he agreed, and he moved us into this empty warehouse to live. Then he gave us $600 per week to do a bunch of coke and beat the shit out of each other before Roller Girls events.”

humansofnewyork:

“In the 70’s, I used to work out at this Gold’s Gym in California, and one day this wrestling promoter comes in and says: ‘I need a black guy, a Chinese guy, and an Indian—- he said Indian, but he meant Native American.’ I happened to be working out with a black friend and a Chinese friend, so I said: ‘We can do it! I can be an Indian!’ So he agreed, and he moved us into this empty warehouse to live. Then he gave us $600 per week to do a bunch of coke and beat the shit out of each other before Roller Girls events.”


chuckledresignation:
Jealousy (noun): Webster’s defines it as the feeling a book lover finds consuming their heart upon seeing Victor Hugo’s private library at Hauteville House, Guernsey.

chuckledresignation:

Jealousy (noun): Webster’s defines it as the feeling a book lover finds consuming their heart upon seeing Victor Hugo’s private library at Hauteville House, Guernsey.

(via bookporn)

humansofnewyork:

“We were laying in bed just the other night, looking at the ceiling, and I said: ‘You know, it’s been thirty years, and it’s never felt worn. There’s never been a sense of tiredness with you.’”

humansofnewyork:

“We were laying in bed just the other night, looking at the ceiling, and I said: ‘You know, it’s been thirty years, and it’s never felt worn. There’s never been a sense of tiredness with you.’”

newyorker:

The Tower of David, an unfinished skyscraper in downtown Caracas, has been the home of 3,000 people for the past several years. Now, the world’s tallest slum is being evacuated: http://nyr.kr/1nXJAAo
Photograph by Sebastian Liste.

newyorker:

The Tower of David, an unfinished skyscraper in downtown Caracas, has been the home of 3,000 people for the past several years. Now, the world’s tallest slum is being evacuated: http://nyr.kr/1nXJAAo

Photograph by Sebastian Liste.

(Source: newyorker.com)

(Source: nigel-bd, via bookporn)

flavorpill:

Striking Photos of Empty New York City Locations in the 1960s 

Nada New York…
After the rain.

“Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. An intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you’ll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.”

—   Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via words-and-coffee)

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Someone waited a long time to write this headline.

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Someone waited a long time to write this headline.

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“Writing requires courage, audacity. I’m not suggesting that there is something heroic about writing but I do believe that to commit words and ideas to the page demands something of the writer. Whether fiction or nonfiction, most writers are baring some part of themselves. They are making themselves vulnerable because the writing demands it.”