There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
—Ernest Hemingway
(Source: only-by-night, via thinly-deactivated20200907)
Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I’m never not thinking of you.
—Virginia Woolf, Selected Letters
Enjoy
(Source: Spotify)
To me, not a thing can compare to the feeling of sitting in an airplane, ready for take-off, shaken and stirred by the enormous engines, then being pushed back into your seat, sucked up in the momentum, praying the wheels of the aircraft will let loose of the solid ground before the end of the runway and then suddenly, the shaking and rumbling and stirring stops and with it away go your worries, you’re up in the sky, going higher and higher and with every minute that passes you’re getting a little closer to again a new adventure. These are the moments that I live for.. Me, a girl with a fear of flying.
(Source: c1tylight5, via gnarly)
Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.
—Hafiz (via thatkindofwoman)
Two more months. Two more months. Two more months. Two more months. Two more months. Two more months. Two more months. Two more months. Two more months. Two more months. Two more months. Two more months. Two more months. Two more months. Two more months. TWO MORE EFFING MONTHS.
If only the consequences were bearable, I would step on the very first train to the airport and book the cheapest last-minute flight. I don’t care where it would take me, I just need to get away for a while.
If there is a God, He will have to beg for my forgiveness.
—A phrase that was carved on the walls of a concentration camp cell during WWII by a Jewish prisoner (via sstain)
I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that’s the last thing I need right now: More words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me.
—Thought Catalog (via wanduring)
You have got to believe that you were put on this earth to do more than lose the same 5 or 10kgs over and over again.
—(via aquarie)
