"Spend your free time the way you like, not the way you think you’re supposed to. Stay home on New Year’s Eve if that’s what makes you happy. Skip the committee meeting. Cross the street to avoid making aimless chitchat with random acquaintances. Read. Cook. Run. Write a story."
- Susan Cain, Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking (via c-oquetry)
(Source: psych-facts, via morninghype)
If I was drunk, would I be able to do this?
(Source: fionagallaghers, via woke-up-with-a-craving)
Harry Potter locations
(Source: ofabeautifulnight, via glenn-rhee-pizzaboy)
"For the two of us, home isn’t a place. It is a person. And we are finally home."
- Stephanie Perkins, Anna and the French Kiss (via observando)
"You asked me what I think about
But what am I supposed to tell you?
Should I tell you how I think about
You smiling at me years from now
In our one bedroom apartment?
Or should I tell you that sometimes
My thoughts move so fast that it seems like
There’s nothing that I’m thinking about?
But, to me, this question has too many answers
And I know what you want me to say
You want me to tell you that I think about you
And I do
But there’s so much more that I think about
I wonder if one day the world will fall to ash
Or maybe it will freeze
I ponder my future and “what if’s” kill my thoughts
It’s hard to explain but I have so many thoughts
And my mind works too fast for me
So when you asked me what I think about
Suddenly all I could think about was writing this.
It’s hard for me to think about just one thing for very long
Because then there’s something else
And I think that’s why I write
Because I have so many thoughts and it helps
When I can pin them on paper.
So what do I think about you ask?
I think about destroying worlds with words
And mental hospitals and
Tight clothing and tears and where I’ll be in ten years
I think about you and how confusing I must be
And I think about my fears
And the things I love
I think about everything
Before I realize that I’m thinking about anything.
But don’t you see?
I always return to you.
I think about rain and how it would feel to kiss you in it
I think about the universe and exploring it with you.
Somehow I think about you without even noticing
And that’s terrifying.
So what do I think about?
I think it’s safe to say
I always think of you."
- "What do you think about?" (via writingtoescapethishorror)
"I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end."
- Gilda Radner (via observando)
"I shall go on shining as a brilliantly meaningless figure in a meaningless world."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via stay-ocean-minded)
(Source: larmoyante, via stay-ocean-minded)