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Each person who ever was or is or will be has a song. It isn’t a song that anybody else wrote. It has its own melody, it has its own words. Very few people get to sing their song. Most of us fear that we cannot do it justice with our voices, or that our words are too foolish or too honest, or too odd. So people live their song instead.
There is some good in this world, and it’s worth fighting for.
(Source: winterkristall)
(Source: cmplexity)
It is okay to want your own happiness. It’s okay to care about yourself the most. You are not obligated to sit there and smile and swallow every bit of shit everyone heaps on you. You are more than furniture, you’re more than window dressing, you’re not their shiny toy. You’re human, and you have the right to say “That was shitty of you”. You have a right to protest your own mistreatment and set boundaries for respectful interactions. The rest of the world doesn’t realize you have this right, and they will act offended and appalled when you exercise it, but it is yours.
(Source: sonneillonv)
People say that life is the thing, but I prefer reading.
Do they sense it, these dead writers, when their books are read? Does a pinprick of light appear in their darkness? Is their soul stirred by the feather touch of another mind reading theirs? I do hope so.
Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale
I hope so too and this is a beautiful quote!
(via yeahwriters)
(Source: wordpainting)
Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers.
I’m reposting this shitty thing because it’s Douglas Adams birthday.
I am a writer because writing is the thing I do best.
No matter how careful you are, there’s going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn’t experience it all. There’s that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should’ve been paying attention.
(Source: larmoyante)