Who first taught you that you weren’t enough?
you can feel the stars pulling themselves out of bed – peering through the blanket of the sky – curious, wondering, wandering – stretching their bones, curling their hair.
The world stands still for a moment. I’m taken aback by how comfortable I feel, almost as if I’m melting into this seat, even with the summer sun burning into my skin. I love the warmth. It reminds me of home.
It even when you never meant to be mean.
Greatness doesn’t come from a single great idea or Eureka moment. It comes from painstakingly borrowing other people’s work and building on it. We steal our way to greatness.
I have all our memories for safekeeping
I preserve our moments in writing;
they will not wither away with age,
they will be immortal.
It’s like you’re my own personal form of intoxication.
They say humans are predictable. That the best way to understand another human being is look at their pattern of behaviour and allow it to dictate your perception of them.
I’ve recently been going through a period in my life where a lot of change has happened at once.
People don’t want to see you in your writing. They want to see themselves in it.