You have to get the stray gesture. You have to get the slightly wrong writing. I mean the writing that isn’t perfect, isn’t exactly clean, precise, doesn’t always make sense. That’s some of my favourite writing, because it opens up all these possibilities—the idea that you might be reading something that even the author of the story didn’t intend for you to read. Those accidents that happen in writing… You know, my sentences sometimes get away from me, and so does my logic, and I find myself sometimes surprised by what I’m putting down on the page. But I love that. I leave in a lot of mistakes because I think they’re revealing. I think it adds up to a quickening of the blood.

Our editor, Sarah Nicole Prickett, on the Longform podcast today. (via adult-mag)

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I love kissing. If I could kiss all day, I would. I can’t stop thinking about kissing. I like kissing more than sex because there’s no end to it. You can kiss forever. You can kiss yourself into oblivion. You can kiss all over the body. You can kiss yourself to sleep. And when you wake up, you can’t stop thinking about kissing. Dammit, I can’t get anything done because I’m so busy thinking about kissing. Kissing is madness! But it’s absolute paradise, if you can find a good kisser.

Sufjan Stevens on kissing (via dashconballpit)

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Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen.

Anne Lamott (via brechtfast)

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