“It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.” — e.e. cummings This is the writing blog of a certain wide-eyed dreamer named Vivian. She is approaching a time in her life when she will be expected to get serious about things, so she is. She’s getting serious about writing (though if we’re being technical about things, this is less a compilation of any of her serious works and more of a sort of diary of ramblings). Updated according to Vivian’s whims, which is to say, most likely inconstantly. var ref = (''+document.referrer+''); document.write(''); Tumblr (3.0; @haltingly)http://haltingly.tumblr.com/“They have a long life, dreams. I have dreams now which I had as a young girl. They have an odd durability for something not quite real.”<br/><br/> - <em><em>All the Pretty Horses,</em> by Cormac McCarthy</em>http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/50775249781http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/50775249781Sat, 18 May 2013 18:30:47 -0700cormac mccarthyall the pretty horseslitproseinspiration“Last night I dreamed that<br/> your arms cradled my body <br/> and I woke crying.”<br/><br/> - <em>Daily haiku: <em>Not much longer for us now.</em></em>http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/50693324817http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/50693324817Fri, 17 May 2013 18:30:29 -0700poetryhaikuwritingspilled inkrejectscornerpersonaldear you“No one truly laughs <br/> like bells or loves like wildfire,<br/> unlike in stories.”<br/><br/> - <em>Daily haiku: <em>Time to give up those fairytales.</em></em>http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/50619305767http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/50619305767Thu, 16 May 2013 18:30:43 -0700poetryhaikuwritingspilled inkrejectscorner“If the devil is <br/> in the details, then why do<br/> people care so much?”<br/><br/> - <em>Daily haiku:<em> In order to avoid sin.</em></em>http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/50542916533http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/50542916533Wed, 15 May 2013 18:30:49 -0700writingpoetryhaikuspilled inkrejectscorner“Writers don’t write from experience, though many are resistant to admit that they don’t. I want to be clear about this. If you wrote from experience, you’d get maybe one book, maybe three poems. Writers write from empathy.”<br/><br/> - <em>Nikki Giovanni</em>http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/50463272046http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/50463272046Tue, 14 May 2013 18:30:27 -0700A++++++++++inspiration<p>I thought <br/>you were teaching me <br/>how to hold my breath <br/>underwater,<br/>but instead <br/>you taught me <br/>how to drown.</p>http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/50386548422http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/50386548422Mon, 13 May 2013 18:30:32 -0700writingspilled inkrejectscornerpersonalone sentence literature“Oh, mommy dearest,<br/> she cried, I know I don’t say<br/> it, but I love you.”<br/><br/> - <em>Daily haiku: <em>Happy mother’s day.</em></em>http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/50307571049http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/50307571049Sun, 12 May 2013 18:30:50 -0700haikupoetrywritingspilled inkrejectscornerpersonal“Don’t you worry, love,<br/> there is still some beauty left <br/> in the world for you.”<br/><br/> - <em>Daily haiku: <em>They have not stolen it all.</em></em>http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/50212786018http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/50212786018Sat, 11 May 2013 18:30:43 -0700poetryhaikuwritingspilled inkrejectscorner<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/da2ee15a6cb49afed0d9b41028036b85/tumblr_ml9rmhpc9T1qfn5fbo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/>http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/50130222681http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/50130222681Fri, 10 May 2013 18:30:33 -0700beautifulinspiration<p>“I want to make soufflés,” she said impulsively one night as they laid in bed, quiet sheets separating them, undisturbed.</p> <p>And the next day he went out and dutifully bought everything she would need to bake the most delightful soufflés — delicate little white ramekins and dark chocolate and vanilla and eggs. He found the most highly praised recipe and presented it to her and when she just laughed and rolled her eyes and said, “Darling, it’s too much,” he went on and baked the souffl<span>és anyways, following the recipe with the utmost precision. He made a mess in the kitchen baking these precious souffl</span><span>és for her, and when he was done, he carefully cleaned it all back up to unveil nothing short of the perfect scene. </span></p> <p><span>He told her that he had a surprise for her and covered her eyes, leading her to the kitchen as she squealed, “Oh, what is it? Oh, please, please just tell me already. You know I can’t stand surprises.”</span></p> <p><span>And he sat her down at the table in front of the beautiful souffl</span><span>é he’d crafted so perfectly, and he handed her a delicate little dessert fork to taste his creation. She laughed and tasted the souffl</span><span>é like he’d wanted, and suddenly the cheery expression fell from her face and her cheeks turned quite pale. </span></p> <p><span>“What’s wrong?” he asked frantically, distraught by her sudden pallor. “What’s happened?”</span></p> <p><span>He took the fork from her and tried a bite of the beautiful souffl</span><span>é and gasped in horror when he found that the puffy chocolate taste turned to charcoal on his tongue. She sighed and put a hand gently over his, her eyes sad again as they had been quite a lot recently. </span></p> <p><span>“Oh, love,” she murmured. “It’s because you didn’t put your heart in it, don’t you see?”</span></p> <p><span>She stood and left to go to sleep, for lack of anything better to do, and the next morning, she woke up to find him in that same spot, his heart carved out and placed in one of those delicate little white ramekins just for her, a hole in his chest where his heart was supposed to be.</span></p>http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/50056037743http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/50056037743Thu, 09 May 2013 18:30:25 -0700writingprosespilled inkrejectscorneroops I accidentally really morbid?????????that wasn't supposedto happen woopsiesoh well I still kind of like i t L O Ltw: gore“You are flowers in my stomach.
 Cutting me open nightly, blooming through the cracks of the ribs. 
I only want to be the sun for you.”<br/><br/> - <em>Elke River</em>http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/49978291822http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/49978291822Wed, 08 May 2013 18:30:35 -0700inspirationdear you<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/ee5360e96eb03f4b2ce252971e19c13f/tumblr_mjljt7kaUo1qz4d4bo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/>http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/49899448714http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/49899448714Tue, 07 May 2013 18:30:34 -0700inspiration“I can’t write without <br/> the sadness growing inside <br/> my ribcage today.”<br/><br/> - <em>Daily haiku: <em>This is the writer’s true curse.</em></em>http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/49820183889http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/49820183889Mon, 06 May 2013 18:30:47 -0700writingpoetryhaikuspilled inkrejectscornerpersonal“And if you fall down<br/> I will always be here to <br/> pick you up again.”<br/><br/> - <em>Daily haiku: <em>This is what lovers do. </em></em>http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/49738176451http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/49738176451Sun, 05 May 2013 18:30:00 -0700haikupoetryspilled inkwritingrejectscornerdear youpersonal“To write? Because all this is going to vanish. The only thing left will be the prose and poems, the books, what is written down. Man was very fortunate to have invented the book. Without it the past would completely vanish, and we would be left with nothing, we would be naked on earth.”<br/><br/> - <em>James Salter </em>http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/49640792570http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/49640792570Sat, 04 May 2013 18:30:37 -0700yes.inspiration<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4112omPFo1rp32b4o1_500.png"/><br/><br/><blockquote> <p>e.e. cummings</p> </blockquote>http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/49555585445http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/49555585445Fri, 03 May 2013 18:30:46 -0700inspirationdear you<blockquote> <p>i tried to write about your eyes <br/>but i ran out of cliches<br/><br/>i tried to say you plainly<br/>but there wasn’t enough truth<br/><br/>whoever invented this language <br/>didn’t anticipate you</p> </blockquote>http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/49479434754http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/49479434754Thu, 02 May 2013 18:30:25 -0700/fuck/inspirationdear you<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/400c31e99c402a3e1725aeee81f1ea95/tumblr_mjneouKh7g1s20pqno1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/>http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/49404143535http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/49404143535Wed, 01 May 2013 18:30:37 -0700heroinspiration<p>yes I did! for future reference: anything tagged “inspiration” is something I didn’t write, but everything else on this blog is by me! (and thank you so much akjdkajdksk)</p>http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/49327932287http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/49327932287Tue, 30 Apr 2013 19:26:00 -0700letters to the writersuperwholockian-in-camelot<p>When I was a little girl,<br/>my mother taught me that<br/>our bones were all made of stardust,<br/>and that we each carried <br/>the immense history of the universe<br/>on our shoulders as we walked,<br/>but she forgot to mention<br/>that stars can die <br/>and bones can be broken<br/>just like everything else.</p>http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/49322942224http://haltingly.tumblr.com/post/49322942224Tue, 30 Apr 2013 18:30:40 -0700poetrywritingspilled inkrejectscorner