How do you find the inspiration to write when you don’t feel sad nor happy? My mind has just been so full of busyness that I don’t even know how I feel anymore. Even when I sit down to write, my mind goes blank. Words don’t just come to me anymore. I just can’t pull out certain emotions anymore.

10:08pm aseaofquotes:

Colleen Hoover, Maybe Someday
1:04pm aseaofquotes:

Rebecca Stead, When You Reach Me
1:03pm "I am done with the past, the future has plenty of room for change."
TheDailyPositive.com (via thedailypozitive)
11:28pm "The person that makes you feel alive, is the person that can make you feel like you’re dying. What a trap."
Unknown (via perfect)

(via helainetieu)

11:11pm "I know. I’m very hard to talk to. I realize that."
The Catcher in the Rye (via theskepticisafool)

(via istalkfashion)

12:47am "Don’t compare your progress with that of others. We all need our own time to travel our own distance."
TheDailyPositive.com (via thedailypozitive)
12:24am aseaofquotes:

Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby
8:43pm aseaofquotes:

Ray N. Kuili, Awakening
Submitted by raynkuili.
3:25pm "Realize that anyone who tries to put you down about your appearance is assuming that it is your job to please them visually. Once you realize that it isn’t your job to be visually pleasing to anyone, ever, it becomes very hard for anyone to make you feel bad about yourself."
Skeptifem (via visualcomplex)

(via visualcomplex)

3:24pm "How to love your depressed lover.
Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo. I never know what to say to these things. “It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.” “Please don’t go away again.” Sometimes you are gone for days at a time and it is all I can do not to call the police, file a missing person’s report, even though you are right there, still sleeping next to me in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders. Except in this case I am the intruder and you are already locked up so tight that no one could possibly jimmy their way in. Last night I thought I gave you a reason not to be so sad when I held your body like a high note and we both trembled from the effort.
Some people, though, are sad against all reason, all sensibility, all love. I know better now. I know what to say to the things you admit to me in the dark, all bones and restless hands. “It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.” “Please come back to me again."
(via girlchoking)

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9:46am o-blivium:

I’m so obsessed with John Green right now omg.