I was afraid. I was afraid of reading into my own thoughts. It felt to me as if writing about anything meant having to face what I was dealing with first.
Contrast is a beautiful thing. Living doesn’t consist of straight lines and perfect 90-degree angles. No, living has sharp corners, steep drops and dark tunnels. Pain and joy can mean you’re living. Not just existing.
It is us creators that hold power right now, power to make a difference.
Why should I care if he sees it?. I’m sure he already knows how I feel. But deep down, I know he probably won’t even read it.
If something is your dream, it is always worth pursuing.
Her poem will contain only the broken pieces of her heart. There will be no ellipses, just a dot. Goodbye.
That silent gap of “nothing” you feel between your thoughts and the outside world is the first step in setting your brain free to be creative.
Apparently art is only for the 1%, and the rest of us shouldn’t even bother.
The moment drips with explosive chemistry, ardour and desire, making the two savour the moment in splendid surrender, and the audience feast in their unearthly moves.
When you love a girl who writes, you’ll finally know what it’s like to live forever.