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It’s just a nice feeling sitting down to do something you’re really driven to do. Like, right now I’m sitting at my grandparent’s kitchen table, writing the novel I’ve been wanting to get down for about two years.

The drive is there, things are happening, I’m in a place I love, doing what I love, while listening to music I love. No stress, no interruptions, just good vibes and actually getting things done!

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Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with what there is.

Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea (via bookmania)

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I stand in such beauty. All the positivity I’ve been craving for. All the landscapes my eyes have long desired. All the materials I only dreamt of possessing. All the positions I thought I wasn’t good enough to be in. But I am. I stand in such beauty but all I feel is sorrow. The sea in front of me is unforgiving but yet so calm. The sand under my feet imprints everything that forces itself on it, it doesn’t protest, it doesn’t complain. It simply waits to return back to itself true form; true self. The wind touching my face and giving my hair the naive hope that it is free and it can fly, is cool but fierce. I stand in such beauty and I can’t feel it at all. My lungs want me to let go. Let go of this air filled with past hurts and regrets. But I can’t. This is the only air I can for now breathe. I need it. I need to live. I stand in such beauty, But I need to go inside now. I need to shelter myself from this air so toxic. I need to go inside and sleep and I need to remind myself before I sleep- It’s okay to want a little shelter. It’s okay to want a little support. It’s okay to want a little time.
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If you want to forget something or someone, never hate it, or never hate him/her. Everything and everyone that you hate is engraved upon your heart; if you want to let go of something, if you want to forget, you cannot hate.
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My stomach isn’t flat enough My hips are scarred My skin isn’t clear enough My eyes are dark and hard My lips aren’t plump enough My eyes underneath, are charred My legs aren’t skinny enough And I can’t seem to hold my heart. I only see flaws tonight As my eyes involuntarily cry And I know that I’m worth it, But even that, sounds like a lie