Dead London


Robin Williams & Koko, 2001

“Robin made Koko smile — something she hadn’t done for over six months, ever since her childhood gorilla companion, Michael, passed away.”

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I’m full of poetry now. Rot and poetry. Rotten poetry.
— Ernest Hemingway, The Snows of Kilimanjaro. (via wordsnquotes)

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In the ordinary jumble of my literary drawer, I sometimes find texts I wrote ten, fifteen, or even more years ago. And many of them seem to me written by a stranger: I simply do not recognize myself in them. There was a person who wrote them, and it was I. I experienced them, but it was in another life, from which I just woke up, as if from someone else’s dream.
— Fernando Pessoa (via writingquotes)

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I cannot WAIT. Keysmash.

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The reason women are turning you down for casual sex seems to be that, for one thing, a lot of you are calling them sluts afterward. Also, a lot of you aren’t bothering to try to be good in bed.
— Terri Conley, professor of psychology and women’s studies at the University of Michigan ( link )

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Dear Pop …

I’m fed up, disgusted, and totally out of sorts with Duke University and formal education in general, for that matter… For a person whose sole burning ambition is to write — like myself — college is useless beyond the Sophomore year.

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