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So I'm finally reading "The Old Man and the Sea". I was into it at first--the friendship between the old man and the boy, the village life, the banter. But the middle. Y'all. The middle. It's killing me. Pages and pages and pages of "He let the line out. He watched the sunlight glimmer on the water. His back ached under the pull of the line. He thought of baseball. His hand cramped, and he was angry at it. It was a worthless hand. He picked up the fish he caught earlier and slit it open. He threw the guts overboard and skinned it. He washed his hand in the water. He washed the flesh in the water, then cut it into strips. He ate a piece. It was not good, but he needed his strength. He thought of the boy. The skiff moved steadily through the water, pulled by the great fish. It was a strong and noble beast, but he would kill it if he could. He ate another strip of fish. He wished for salt, though he was surrounded by the sea." OH MY FUCKING GAWD GET ON WITH IIIIIIIIIIT

I love sleep. My life has a tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?

E. Hemmingway (via monsieur-nick)

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