Oh my. I just did it again. “Writing. Always righting”. What is wrong with me tonight? I think I need to pull out my journal yet again.
I just tagged a picture with “my life write now”. On accident. Touché.
You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the...– William Faulkner (via jessbend)
Grieving allows us to heal, to remember with love rather than pain. It is a...– Rachael Naomi Remen (via jessbend)
There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its...– Victor Hugo (via jessbend)
Reading over my old writings, including many scholarship/college entry essays. I stumbled over this beauty: Shortly thereafter, I deactivated my Facebook account in search of more profound discourse. Props to my 18 year old self.
clavicola: You are so many things. You are all the things.
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of...– Sylvia Plath (via mother-earth-sister-moon)
I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.– Jaime Gil de Biedma
The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.– G. K. Chesterton (via girlwithoutwings)