my living room in the mornings;
Tuesday May 5 @ 11:23amclick, click, type type type type, click, click, click, type, type, hey will you make me some coffee? Click, click, type, solitary laughter.
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
Ernest Hemingway (via gorjira)
Sunday May 5 @ 04:02pm
