So, this exists: DrinkLikeHemingway.com
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Fuck Yeah, Hemingway
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
Send submissions to hannahmiet at gmail dot com. Also, please follow my personal Tumblr: Don't think twice, s'aight.
Send submissions to hannahmiet at gmail dot com. Also, please follow my personal Tumblr: Don't think twice, s'aight.
It smelled of early morning, of swept dust, spoons in coffee-glasses and the wet circles left by wine glasses.
Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms. (via alexismyfriend)
Last line from The Sun Also Rises… more literature-inspired tattoos, please!
Laura Jean Graham ~ Lady Luck Tattoo ~ Portland, OR
All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you: the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was. If you can get so that you can give that to people, then you are a writer.
Ernest Hemingway (via rockmelochte)
Dear Jonah Lehrer: Hemingway wrote this about fiction.
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Hemingway was a lousy spy.
A great article in the journal Studies in Intelligence looks at Ernest Hemingway’s surprisngly extensive dabblings in spy work during World War II, which included connections with the State Department, OSS, FBI, and the Soviet NKVD. Not surprisingly, Papa relished the danger and excitement of intelligence work but wasn’t actually very good at it. Here’s his best, and most Hemingwayesque, scheme from his time in Cuba…
Turn off the internet. Write. Bitch.
Hemingway, channeled through Hannah Miet as a note to self.
