1. I’ve always kind of disliked Tom Cruise. Not for any of his perceived “antics” or his “religion”, but rather because I didn’t find him to be a very interesting actor. Over the past few years I’ve warmed to him. He’s put out some good films, which have cast his older films in a better light, and every time I see him in an interview he comes across as a down-to-earth and nice guy. So, I found this article really interesting.


  2. shedloadtheatre:

    A look at H.P. Lovecraft’s words of guidance for aspiring writers.


  3. I’m still alive.

    I’m just busy and stuff: plotting, sleeping, writing.


  4. "Never forgive someone who isn’t repentant."

  5. "When you want a tiger’s cub, you have to enter the tiger’s den."
    — Japanese proverb

  6. "No, … it is not humiliating to be unhappy. Physical suffering is sometimes humiliating, but the suffering of being cannot be, it is life. … What you must do now is nothing more than live like everybody else. You deserve, by what you are, a happiness, a fullness that few people know. Yet today this fullness is not dead, it is a part of life and, to its credit, it reigns over you whether you want it to or not. But in the coming days you must live alone, with this hole, this painful memory. This lifelessness that we all carry inside of us — by us, I mean to say those who are not taken to the height of happiness, and who painfully remember another kind of happiness that goes beyond the memory."
    — Camus.

  7. "She smiled her smile with no pity and no condensation."
    — Something I managed to write… I am a writer.

  8. If you’re wondering what I’ve been doing with my time: I have a full-time job and I’m transposing Dead City into past-tense. So I’m busy. And bored. 


  9. "I’m a simple man like that. I don’t make a fuss, I try to respect people, and I try to drink lots of water."


  10.      “I don’t want to lose you again,” she said through quiet tears, a slight shivering the only sign that she was weeping. After a few minutes she was breathing softly, her hand clasping his, and he thought that was just fine.


  11. As he walked further into the cave he looked above him at the towering missile, far up to the warhead at the top. It really made up so little of the whole; it was strange that the little bomb needed such a big body to carry it. He related it to the way the human body carries around our little heads, and it was in that moment, struck by epiphany, that he sensed an intelligence from within the vast metal canister. Those shadows, whatever they were, were in some way manifested by this missile, though they were not his observer. Instead it was the missile that had been watching him, not through seeing eyes but some other way, tracking his movements through the bunker from the moment he entered. Here in this bunker was a little world of its own, and the missile was the Authority.


  12. "But a young person ought t’eat plenty. Eat plenty and fatten up plenty. People nowadays hate t’get fat, but if you ask me, they’re looking at fat all wrong. They say it makes you unhealthy or ugly, but it’d never happen ‘tall if you fatten up the right way. You live a fuller life, have more sex drive, sharpen your wits."
    — Hard-boiled Wonderland and the End of the World.

  13. She wasn’t listening, her mind was absorbed in ill-thoughts and old gossip.


  14. We All Drink the Same Water | GT Bunbury Sings!

    Aaaaah, oh my God, it’s back, noooo! Like a terrible monster in a terrible horror film, the GT Bunbury Sings! segment has returned - this time without cheesy Star Wars puns.


  15. With the sunlight washing over it the field became the image of a haiku, green grass waving in summer. On the face of things it was a beautiful place, but its span made it daunting, especially in the colder weather. Many thought it a marvel that this piece of green life had survived so long without development and minimal farming. Stories there were of old gods that protected the grasslands, and here and there you might see totems to these ancient deities, but those stories were older than old and no one believed in fairy-tales about ghosts and ghouls anymore.