My name is Seth. Age 30. He/Him. Accountant/Aspiring Writer. I like films, paintings, literature, photography, interesting people, accounting (ikr), and music.. I mostly share stuff I find intriguing or awesome. I want to make this more of a personal blog. I'm currently writing a book that may or may not be published.
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How can I see the view if I can’t cross this point? #littlerock #emeraldpark #cliff #cliffs #graffiti #arkansas #cliffside #hiking #hikingadventures https://www.instagram.com/p/CoAo-rTujZD/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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— Clarice Lispector, from “Report on the Thing.”
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“Grief is the stuff of life. A life without grief is no life at all. But regret is a prison. Some part of you which you deeply value lies forever impaled at a crossroads you can no longer find and never forget.” Cormac McCarthy, The Passenger “The world has created no living thing that it does not intend to destroy.” Cormac McCarthy, Stella Maris #cormacmccarthy #bookstagram #literature #thepassenger #stellamaris #cormacmccarthyquote #bookpic https://www.instagram.com/p/CmCUDZSOw6q/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Saint Louis Arc #arc #stlouis #stl https://www.instagram.com/p/ClWS1Q4Oa5R/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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“I… I used to make long speeches to you after you left. I used to talk to you all the time, even though I was alone. I walked around for months talking to you. Now I don’t know what to say. It was easier when I just imagined you. I even imagined you talking back to me. We’d have long conversations, the two of us. It was almost like you were there. I could hear you, I could see you, smell you. I could hear your voice. Sometimes your voice would wake me up. It would wake me up in the middle of the night, just like you were in the room with me. Then… it slowly faded. I couldn’t picture you anymore. I tried to talk out loud to you like I used to, but there was nothing there. I couldn’t hear you. Then… I just gave it up. Everything stopped. You just… disappeared.”
— Paris, Texas (1984) dir. by Wim Wenders (via 89words)
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(1930 - 2022) Rest in Peace, Goddard.
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Favorite Haiku books #haiku #poetry #bookstagram #poetrycommunity #literature https://www.instagram.com/p/CiWdqTVuI78/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Latest book haul. #nyrbclassics #bookstagram #books #nyrb #literature https://www.instagram.com/p/CgDhTHBuvfZ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Eating breakfast and reading. #breakfast #bookstagram #croissant #latteart #coffee #book https://www.instagram.com/p/Cfjno2HgbZt/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Bought new plants #ficus #ficusbonsai #bonsai #bonsaitree #juniper #cactus https://www.instagram.com/p/CfRNkDoO0qC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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“two human beings have such difficulty in understanding each other, there is nothing so tragical as two human beings”
— Halldór Laxness, “Independent People” (Vintage International, February 19, 2009)
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March for our lives rally at Capitol Hill in Little Rock. #marchforourlives #enoughisenough #littlerock (at Capitol Hill, Little Rock, Arkansas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CerON_EOmcc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Moby Dick by Herman Melville Illustrations by Rockwell Kent Some of my favorite quotes so far: “Better to sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunk Christian.” Pg. 34 "Thought he, it's a wicked world in all meridians; I'll die a pagan." Pg. 82 "Perhaps they were; or perhaps there might have been shoals of them in the far horizon; but lulled into such an opium-like listlessness of vacant, unconscious reverie is this absent-minded youth by the blending cadence of waves with thoughts, that at last he loses his identity; takes the mystic ocean at his feet for the visible image of that deep, blue, bottomless soul, pervading mankind and nature; and every strange, half-seen, gliding, beautiful thing that eludes him; every dimly-discovered, uprising fin of some undiscernible form, seems to him the embodiment of those elusive thoughts that only people the soul by continually flitting through it." Pg. 228 #mobydick #literature #bookstagram #hermanmelville #bookquotes https://www.instagram.com/p/CeMnB9_Lml7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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French toast, coffee, and Moby Dick. #mobydick #latte #coffee #coffeeshop #frenchtoast #breakfast (at Mugs Cafe) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeJQqJvOofJ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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New haircut #haircut #fadehaircut (at Arkansas River) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeH8ixzObRT/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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