17 9 / 2014

"And you, you ridiculous people, you expect me to help you."

Denis Johnson, “Car Crash While Hitchhiking” from Jesus’ Son

17 9 / 2014

Whoever invented the mouse scroll wheel that clicks clearly wanted to ensure that the entire office is aware whenever someone scrolls endlessly through their tumblr dashboard.

That’s me most days.

16 9 / 2014

shitmystudentswrite:

It just totally upsets me that Obama, a communist, made ObamaCare instead of making the Affordable Care Act.  That was a better idea.  He should have done that.  

14 9 / 2014

"As an unattached American male among English strangers, he felt inherently suspicious."

Lev Grossman, from The Magician King

14 9 / 2014

grouchomac:

David spent twenty grand a year for four years so that when he wore an eighty-six dollar sweatshirt from the university bookstore it would feel authentic.

13 9 / 2014

"She felt like shit, all the time. If that was depression, she had it. It must have been contagious. She’d caught it from the world."

Lev Grossman, from The Magician King

13 9 / 2014

"Another adventure in pursuit of the inexplicable grey space we call love."

Chuck Augello (character), from “Cool City” in One Story 195

12 9 / 2014

The lake is empty and the sun is hot. From the edge of the empty lake we watch fish flounder everywhere in front of us, everywhere we can see. The fish never die. They’ve been floundering like this for weeks. The lake—Superior—looks wider than the ocean, but it’s only half as dead. There’s nothing but water and dead animals in the ocean. Does that mean the ocean is dead? This lake is dead, but its inhabitants are still alive. Does that mean the lake is worth remembering? What can’t survive a desert? What wouldn’t want to?

12 9 / 2014

grouchomac:

a man trimmed his beard
in the kitchen sink
while the hostess sighed
and wondered aloud
why she had parties

11 9 / 2014

Southern Gothic Macbeth

  • 1:
  • She oughta been fixin to die tomorrow;
  • Then there'd be time for such foolishness.
  • Tomorrow an tomorrow an tomorrow,
  • Scampers right down this ol dirt road day after day,
  • Till you're right blue in the face;
  • An all them yesterdays bring a good ol boy down
  • All the way to a goddamn dirtnap. Go on, git, candle!
  • This life here's a sorry square dance, a poor fella
  • That struts around an plays his fiddle
  • An then goes yonder. Just a campfire story
  • Told by some momma's boy, lotta bellerin, lotta anger,
  • But it dont mean nothing.

07 9 / 2014

markbaumer:

Rebecca Lee – “Bobcat and other stories”

markbaumer:

Rebecca Lee – “Bobcat and other stories”

(via nothingnewnews)

02 9 / 2014

"The thing she hated the most about living in a small town was everyone knowing what you are."

Laura van den Berg, “There Will Be No More Good Nights Without Good Nights” from the chapbook of the same name

02 9 / 2014

02 9 / 2014

"She watched the horses squabble in the field, running and leaping across swathes of ice, not caring if they got bitten or kicked, not caring if they fell down and snapped their legs. Maybe that’s what freedom meant: to not be aware of such things."

Laura van den Berg, “There Will Be No More Good Nights Without Good Nights” from the chapbook of the same name

02 9 / 2014

"An endless loop, feeling guilty for not feeling guilty enough for feeling no guilt for feeling half guilt…"

Olivia Clare, “Creatinine” from The Southern Review Summer 2014