*Except Mary Storll and Clem
There are people who, on meeting a successful rival in whatever it may be, are ready at once to turn their eyes from everything good in him and to see only the bad; then there are people who, on the contrary, want most of all to find the qualities in this successful rival that enabled him to defeat them, and with aching hearts seek only the good
— Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (via monsieurleblanc)
Anna Karenina is my life right now. I hate everything else.*
Noted.
Trying to write my résumé.
I can’t have a beer, but you can. I have to pick up Miles and if I get pulled over for having a headlight out, the cop is going to ask me if I’ve had a beer. I can’t lie to him. I’ll have to tell him that I’ve had a little Coronita, then he’ll make me do the alphabet backwards. I can’t do that, nobody can. It’s a trap.
— My mom on Beer
I want to write like Tolstoy.
He gets it. He really does. Characters aren’t biased, they are so real. They interact with each other, they feel, they experience, they observe in ways that real in-the-flesh humans do. It blows my mind. These characters cannot be fictional.
PUT THAT SHIT IN MY ASK BOX
I will draw whatever you’d like using MS Paint. It will be glorious and keeping me from doing important things like evacuating a flaming building or volunteering at the local animal shelter.
I knew an asshole.
Knew.
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