victoria

I was born annoyed

[goatforpresident2020]

My first video announcement! Enjoy!

[schuylerpeck]

I am three months to twenty-three, daydreaming of when I was seventeen. I become obsessed with things I took for granted: bike rides with my sisters and the fine luxury of a backyard. I should have talked to more people in school. I should have written more, taken more pictures. Here: here is me out to breakfast with my dad. We’re at the diner, New Jersey bagels with taylor ham and cheese, and I paid the bill with babysitting money. Here: here are my best friends sitting with me on the kitchen floor. The dining room table is overrated and much too far from the fridge. In this picture, school is out for spring break and none of us quite know where we’re going yet. I should have absorbed every summer sun; said to myself, I am fifteen and survived my parents’ divorce. – I am sixteen and in love with a boy too good for me – I am seventeen and  I am seventeen.  And things won’t last, but they shouldn’t. That’s why they’re special. That’s why they’re worth saving.    I am three months to twenty-three, and I promise to do more.

Schuyler Peck, Twenty-Three (via schuylerpeck)

[nocturnalinkbleeder]

I think part of the reason why us writers don’t do well in real world is that we are used to living in our own perfectly constructed realm. We are used to having this person say that, and another do this. We are accustomed to being omniscient gods in our heads that we forget that reality doesn’t work that way. We forget that people are conscious beings, capable of making decisions on their own without our divine intervention. We forget that the world is not our books. We forget they are human, too.

excerpts from a book I’ll never write (via nocturnalinkbleeder)

[getfawked120-deactivated2023053]

me: i miss [insert name here]

voice in my head: but do they miss u

me: …. good point

[luggelerunning]

the best of nature photo

[wobblygoatknees-blog]

[books-n-quotes]

The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via books-n-quotes)

[books-n-quotes]

That’s how it is when a person develops an attraction toward someone. He’s nowhere, then suddenly he’s everywhere, whether you want him to be or not.

Colleen Hoover, Ugly Love (via books-n-quotes)

[unfuck-it]

you could literally love someone with everything in you and there’s a chance they won’t love you at all. I think that’s the scariest thing.

[stories-i-will-never-write]

This is the worst feeling.

[books-n-quotes]

Nobody will protect you from your suffering. You can’t cry it away or eat it away or starve it away or walk it away or punch it away or even therapy it away. It’s just there, and you have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.

Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things (via books-n-quotes)

[hipocrosy]

what she says: I'm a writer

what she means: I have approx 2647 plot/character ideas floating around my head at any given time but there is no way in hell my disorganised ass is getting any of this down on paper any time soon

[books-n-quotes]

The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via books-n-quotes)

[fxck-every-1]

You really fucked me up, you know that? I constantly type messages and go to press send, and then remember you don’t actually care. I constantly looked down your street everytime I drive by in case I see the tiniest bit of you, even though I know you wouldn’t do the same. I constantly look at photos of us and remind myself of memories, and I know that you wouldn’t dare to even think of them. I constantly remember every detail about you from your blue eyes to your horrible laugh, and you don’t even give me a second thought. That’s the difference between me and you, that was always the difference between me and you. I treasured every possible moment I could because I thought it was forever, you didn’t because you thought of me as an object that would pass time.

I’m tired of feeling this way (via fxck-every-1)

[schuylerpeck]

I drink coffee to the point of caffeine headaches. I scribble poems until my left palm is dressed in an ink storm cloud. I water plants to the point of flooding. I will love you 96 mph and never touch the brakes. Something about this brain chemistry knows only excess, as if the rest of the world can be fixed by muchness.

Schuyler Peck, Muchness (via schuylerpeck)

[imbering-deactivated20170920]

my heart

[stories-i-will-never-write]

I’m not saying I hate you. I’m saying that if the opportunity to erase you from my memories arose, I would not hesitate to do so.

(via stories-i-will-never-write)

[cestvibe]