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tanfasticanna:

I have this planner with these absolutely ridiculous pages with like “motivational” quotes on them that are just these bullshit things like “Let your heart sing” and “Always believe in your dreams”

and like that’s always struck me as such meaningless bullshit, I’ve always hated those. They’ve never had that element that truly motivates me.

So, I took matters into my own hands and I made my own artsy motivational wallpapers. Enjoy.

Do you think one can, possessing next to no life experience, write a good novel? Your best novels all seem to have grown organically from people you’ve met and loved, sights you’ve seen, events that both formed and informed you. I’m 23, I’ve never had a friend, I’ve never been or belonged anywhere, and I’ve never taught anything to anyone. I strongly feel I’ve nothing of worth to tell, that everything I write rings hollow with bitterness and resentment I don’t wish to reflect on others.

neil-gaiman:

Then go and live for a bit. Get your heart broken, lose a job or two, see the world. And don’t stop writing.

The stories you read change you once, but the stories you have written, those you write here and now, the others you will write one day, they change you at every crossroad. Our words will guide us. They already do.

and no matter how lost i was, how afraid and small and broken the world had left me; the books of my past and future welcomed me in ancient halls as their child, and taught me about storms and stars and life’s paths as their student, and made my fingerstips into quills so that ink could lace my veins for the paper that waited for me.

their words and their worlds have always been, and will always be, my home.

and when i leave that home one day, it will be because i have been called:
for my own world, and all its stories and syllables, whisper for me and my ink to bring it to life.

“How can you love something like me? The only good thing I have is you. I’ve got nothing for you to fall for.”

“No. I’m the one who’s allowed to let you be loved, but I didn’t make you lovely. You’ve been that all along. And never could you be anything less than that.”