One-time winner of NaNoWriMo.
This is my writing blog.
I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?
While there are, of course, thousands of reasons that people begin to write — some of them rather shabby ones, too – there usually is only one reason they continue and that is that the work has become necessary. We are habit-forming creatures and this work is very habit forming if one has any talent at all. Of course you don’t know when you begin if you really have any talent and you hope you do. Perhaps you even suspect that you do.
I’m not a broken vase for you to glue back together and fill with flowers, she said. I don’t want your love. Don’t rescue me. And he replied, I don’t love you. I was only going to call the ambulance.
Fragment 64 (via writingsforwinter)
This is about
the ghosts we conjure out of the dark for ourselves
because we’re too afraid to sleep alone.
Hauntings (via writingsforwinter)
Isn’t it relaxing?
Just seeing the snow quietly flow down, makes you calm.
This is so perfect I want to cry
This is so relaxing to watch
There could be a dead body under that snow and no one would ever know.
There are two types of people.