it's a bitter world and i'd rather dream...
" But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. The most grotesque and fantastic conceits haunted him in his bed at night. A universe of ineffable gaudiness spun itself out in his brain while the clock ticked on the wash-stand and the moon soaked with wet light his tangled clothes upon the floor. Each night he added to the pattern of his fancies until drowsiness closed down upon some vivid scene with an oblivious embrace. For a while these reveries provided an outlet for his imagination; they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality, a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy’s wing."


it’s not a sunday unless you completely waste it then feel really sad around 8pm



The problem with writing is it takes arrogance, and it takes you throwing yourself into a character and believing whole heartedly that they are important and that they have things to say. There is no room for questioning yourself.

And then you finish your draft and you have to turn around and…

Growing up seems terrible until you remember you can make waffles literally whenever you want.

Growing up seems terrible until you remember you can make waffles literally whenever you want.


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" You are enough. You are so enough, it is unbelievable how enough you are."
Unknown (via awelltraveledwoman)

Anonymous said:  how did you and your husband meet? just curious :)


do u remember the beginning of the spy kids movie where the mom and dad meet bc they’re spies sent to kill each other

we met at a mario kart party

" Today, after a struggle through the complex of my mind, I found myself smiling at the idea of being a paradox."


if I had a twin I would go into crowds of strangers and profess my love to someone and then say “if our love isn’t meant to be, I will go back in time and slap myself” and then my twin would burst in and slap me


wear your armor

whether it’s makeup, a band tshirt, your fandom pins, tattoos, jewelry, your favorite ripped pair of jeans, or something no one else can touch or see like your favorite song repeating like a mantra in your head, the sound of your own heartbeat, or the knowledge that you were brave enough to get out of bed today when everything else inside you said “no”

wear your armor and kick ass


my thoughts exactly


my thoughts exactly