"Writing is really a way of thinking - not just feeling but thinking about things that are desperate, unresolved, mysterious, problematic, or just sweet," -Toni Morisson
Black with a touch of yellow, like the mustard on a grilled hot dog. Unless you're one of those heathens who drowns all their food in condiments. Four little letters that mean everything to my future.
New books and old books have a different smell, and I can't tell you which one I like better. Minimum wage can add up fast.
White like sunscreen, black like the lane lines of a pool. White like a screen, black like text. Gray like a hodgepodge of all of the above.
Oily pigment ground into my skin, making the whorls blue and purple and green. Audio books and sweet tea can't cure even the worst artist's block.
Smells like being stupid for the memory, for the photo.
Smells like ambition and the cool of a summer night.
Smells like relapses and feelings that don't make sense.
Smells like sugar and dog days and evanescence.
Smells like teen spirit.
~The WordShaker
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