Claire Campbell

I tell stories.

I’ll never know, and neither will you, of the life you don’t choose. We’ll only know that whatever that sister life was, it was important and beautiful and not ours. It was the ghost ship that didn’t carry us. There’s nothing to do but salute it from the shore.

For my ways are strange ways and new ways and old ways,
And deep ways and steep ways and high ways and low;
I’m at home and at ease on a track that I know not,
And restless and lost on a road that I know.

—Henry Lawson 

"…that perches in the soul."

A reminder, for those of you writing on a Saturday night, from Emily Dickinson.

"…that perches in the soul."

A reminder, for those of you writing on a Saturday night, from Emily Dickinson.

Forget conventionalisms; forget what the world will say, whether you are in your place or out of your place; think your best thoughts, speak your best words, do your best works.

—Susan B. Anthony

Maybe the internet raised us, or maybe people are jerks.

—Lorde (via santaeliza)

(via superlen)

Reflecting on time and space here at #Mirth in #Marfa. Was staring out the window for a moment and a lady driving past looked at me like I was crazy. Look, lady, a girl’s gotta stare sometimes!

Reflecting on time and space here at #Mirth in #Marfa. Was staring out the window for a moment and a lady driving past looked at me like I was crazy. Look, lady, a girl’s gotta stare sometimes!

Today the kitchen saints are saying, “Put down your phone and write, you idiot.” Thanks, kitchen saints!

Today the kitchen saints are saying, “Put down your phone and write, you idiot.” Thanks, kitchen saints!

theparisreview:

The first manuscript page from Ursula K. Le Guin’s Left Hand of Darkness.

This has encouraged me to stop looking at Tumblr and return to edits.

theparisreview:

The first manuscript page from Ursula K. Le Guin’s Left Hand of Darkness.

This has encouraged me to stop looking at Tumblr and return to edits.

junkculture:

Japanese artist Natsumi Tomita utilises scraps of materials collected from the streets to create extremely imaginative animal sculptures that share an uncanny resemblance with their real-life counterparts.
Speaking about her work she says, “Each of these things, which we usually use everyday, once had a story, until they were thrown away. There are bicycles that were once ridden, broken dustpans, signboards from loan sharks, lost umbrellas. Every object had purpose and meaning before they were tossed away. Taking these things that I collect, I connect them and create new life from them.”

I love the iguana.

(via unconsumption)