Men were sending love letters in the middle of wars and we’re settling for boys that think reassurance is too much effort ? The bar is in hell.

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Men were sending love letters in the middle of wars and we’re settling for boys that think reassurance is too much effort ? The bar is in hell.
all i had, i gave.
camille witt
Isn't writing romantic? You take pieces of yourself and others to Frankenstein into a character who will live longer than any of you. They will be immortalized because of your hand, your words, and your world, and even if readers 20 years from now don't understand, they will read the story and find themselves in the lines.
— jay vespertine (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
In another life I would have been a capable lawyer, a devoted doctor, but in this life I will be a passionate writer.
- Kayerie
every two minutes, i slip into an alternate reality where i live the life i yearn for
“I’m a writer” I mumble to myself as I type “what defines a war crime” into the google search bar
“No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell.”
— Carl Gustav Jung
Hitachi Seaside Park, Ibaraki, Hitachinaka, Japan by Masami Shirai
“how do you get stuff done?” with tears in my eyes.
I’ve been engaging in behaviours not beneficial to my wellbeing
Margaret Atwood, from a poem titled "Song of the Fox," featured in You Are Happy
Death doesn't scare me. But, a scenario where living a life i fear the most becomes a reality, does. Where I live without passion, art or thrill, even a bare thought about it, kills me.
Mt. Rainier, Washigton, USA by Filemon & Mickey