Sometimes I just want to know that there are love stories like the one I always dreamed of for myself. That there are people out there who have a love story that works, that maybe its not perfect, but that is more joy than sorrow. People who truly love, care, appreciate, and respect each other, and that stay together till the end. And even though that may never be in the cards for me just knowing that someone is happy like I always dreamed of being makes it enough so I can breathe, so I can go on and continue to dream.
e.v.e.
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If hurting me does not hurt you, you don’t love me. You’re using me.
k.b // by jerry flowers jr
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People aren't homes, they never will be. People are rivers, always changing, forever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them.
~ Nikita Gill
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I am going to take a deep breath and just remind you:
Writing is messy, even for the best authors. It's supposed to feel a little uncomfortable, exhilarating, freeing, natural, and terrifying.
It's supposed to inspire you and feel like a too-heavy backpack.
Sometimes, you're going to love being a writer and sometimes, you'll feel so disconnected, you'll wonder if you were ever a writer to begin with.
Give yourself room to make mistakes and hate your work and return to it with renewed confidence that yes, you will get 1% better next time.
It's what we're all going through. Let's speed up the growing process a little by accepting the entirety of it.
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You have always been there, listening without judgment, no closer friend do I have than your pristine innocence. You listen to my heart when my voice fades away under the weight of pain, or when happiness leaves me speechless. You are the keeper of my secrets and dreams, and the hopes that I dare not speak. You have been a little boat I folded, and sent on the stream of the sky hoping my wishes reach the stars. You have been the handkerchief that has dried my tears, and offered me the solace that only confesion can bring. You have taken my anger and rage, yes, even my hate, and purged me so I can breathe again. My love you have immortalized, and every beautiful creation imagination has bequeathed my mind. How can I not love you more than anything? I could never leave you, or abandon you, for it would be to deny the part of my soul that beats in you.
e.v.e. (White page)
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Sometimes, it isn’t the one who takes your breath away, it’s the one that reminds you to breathe.
k.b. // by jennifer johnson
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When writing fanfiction... there are two beasts that wage war within the writer. *sage nod*
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