(Source: lunch-at-tiffanys, via smileyouloser)
A Day In The Life Of.
“This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals–sounds that say listen to this, it is important.”
— Gary Provost (via atomos)
(via itskatielouise)
I’ve picked out my cats already.
So usually this whole ‘single’ thing doesn’t phase me all that much. I’m quite happy to be alone. I think. I am not even quite sure what I think anymore.
It has been an era of confusion for me lately.
However, all that I am absolutely certain of is that when I an twenty three I will buy my first cat. And then when I am twenty seven I will buy another two. When I am thirty I will probably adopt one from an animal shelter and by the time am forty five I will be the crazy cat lady that you will not let your children near.
At least I wont die alone…I guess.
Stuff living in a mansion. If you need to find me in three years time just look here first.
