Write Everyday. It’s Easier Than It Sounds. Make Time Everyday To Write Something. Even If It’s One

I think, therefore I am (exhausted)

Last week, I learned that the English language has more euphemisms for death than any other language. I learned that the ancient Greeks had no word for the colour blue and that the Hawain alphabet has only twelve letters. I spent last week hollowing out a little place in my heart and filling it with worry. What does that say about us? Do we really go out of our way to avoid death like that? How did the Greeks describe the sea? Are twelve letters really enough? Does every language have a word for love? Every language should have a word for love. And compassion. And gentleness. And figs and snow and that soft sensitive part on the inside of one’s arm. We should have words for everything so that we don’t feel alone. We need very very very specific words for all of the different kinds of sad and even more specific words for the kinds of happy. What if we were able to talk about everything? I want to tell you how I feel and I want to be precise. Sometimes ‘good’ just isn’t enough and few understand what I mean when I say that I feel ’like lightning.’

Classic lit isn't relatable TO YOU. I have something wrong with me though

can u believe some people can see a cat & not immediately be filled with absolute unconditional love for that animal. they dont even get the urge to kiss them right on their little baby cat head. thats incomprehensible to me

this is not wasted time. time spent healing and growing and letting yourself feel all the things is never wasted.

why are u gay

i wanted to make my life more difficult 

thinking about folklore and evermore and how taylor was absolutely unhinged. writing cardigan in a few hours, tis the damn season while she was drunk in the middle of the night after filming the long pond session, aaron sending taylor the instrumental for willow as a gift and taylor writing a song out of it, peace being one vocal take, taylor waiting years to tell the rebekah harkness story and finally getting the chance after hearing tlgad instrumental, taylor hearing joe singing the chorus of betty and being intrigued, the secrecy of it all..she was so crazy for that and i don't know how we're alive

“Lord Byron gets up at two. I get up, quite contrary to my usual custom … at 12. After breakfast we sit talking till six. From six to eight we gallop through the pine forest which divide Ravenna from the sea; we then come home and dine, and sit up gossiping till six in the morning. I don’t suppose this will kill me in a week or fortnight, but I shall not try it longer. Lord B.’s establishment consists, besides servants, of ten horses, eight enormous dogs, three monkeys, five cats, an eagle, a crow, and a falcon; and all these, except the horses, walk about the house, which every now and then resounds with their unarbitrated quarrels, as if they were the masters of it… . [P.S.] I find that my enumeration of the animals in this Circean Palace was defective … . I have just met on the grand staircase five peacocks, two guinea hens, and an Egyptian crane. I wonder who all these animals were before they were changed into these shapes.”

— Percy Bysshe Shelley on the lifestyle of Lord Byron (via timemarauder)

when i’m six feet underground the bugs in my body will dream of u

“Growing Around Grief”

Lois Tonkin, 1996