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I write for the same reason I breathe - because if I didn’t, I would die.
Isaac Asimov (via musingisms)
but believe me, i’m fine! [ ━but i’m lying ] [ I’M SO VERY FAR FROM FINE. ]
it’s necessary for me sometimes just to be alone and quiet and doing nothing.
Charles Bukowski, The Night Torn Mad With Footsteps (via wordsnquotes)
Why do I write. Perhaps in order not to go mad. Or, on the contrary, to touch the bottom of madness.
Elie Wiesel, “Why I Write: Making No Become Yes” (via musingisms)
I think he’s very lonely. Lonelier than he lets on. Maybe lonelier than he even realizes.
The Royal Tenenbaums (2001), Dir. Wes Anderson (via catholicraised)
You don’t tell people you’re not okay,“ she said, “because it’s hard watching them not know what to do. “Then you end up comforting them, even though the one who needed comforting was you.
S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #222 (via blossomfully)
Just because you’ve seen my life, doesn’t mean you know. Those are simply snippets of who I am, the parts I’m willing to show.
darencolbert (via wnq-writers)
I write because I don’t know what I think until I read what I say.
Flannery O’Connor (via wordsnquotes)
mostly nature
I was dying to hear someone say That I didn’t need to try so hard to be perfect, That I was enough and it was okay
Kuffr (via kuffr)
He did not know which was more painful, the waking or the sleeping. When he slept, he dreamed: dark disturbing dreams of blood and broken promises. When he woke, there was nothing to do but think, and his waking thoughts were worse than nightmares.
A Game of Thrones by George R. R. Martin (via tessalivesandbreathesbooks)
Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life.
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via wordsnquotes)