The Wrote and the Writ

I have no right to call myself one who knows. I was one who seeks, and I still am, but I no longer seek in the stars or in books; I’m beginning to hear the teachings of my blood pulsing within me. My story isn’t pleasant, it’s not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories; it tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves.

—Hermann Hesse, from Demian (via violentwavesofemotion)

(Source: havte, via violentwavesofemotion)

So in the very frightening moments of self-doubt and self-reflection that arise in writing grad school applications for MFA programs, I’m going to just dump some thoughts here for the time being and maybe at some point they’ll scramble together to form a personal statement. 

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Everything I’ve ever let go of, has claw marks on it.

movies-across-time-and-space:

Rebecca | 1940 | Alfred Hitchcock | USA

(via fromlaughter)

chrysaoraelectrum:

Oh, Scotland.

(via somosinevitables)

overtheunderpass:

I was just introduced to this incredible Twitter account

(via thenewrenaissanceman)

fuckyeahgreatplays:

shakespeareismyjam:

cogito-ergo-dumb:

These are the most fabulous stage directions I have ever had the privilege to witness.

this dude’s the director right, cause i recognise these postures.
chorus, that was your cue.
chorus, get on stage - you missed your cue.
CHORUS, WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU NOT ON STAGE?
fuck it, i will play the chorus

Bottom left is my favorite. “THERE. THERE is your entrance. RIGHT THERE.”

  • Anna: Why are you in Moscow?
  • Vronsky: Because it is where you are.