writer's life

Before Writing a book:

Originally posted by spookys-space

After writing a book:

Originally posted by ksenoglosja

You may think this poem is about you,
and I’m here to tell you that it is.
I won’t say your name
or tell you who you are
‘cause only you know who you are
and you don’t deserve to live forever.
Not after what you did to me.
Not after you broke my heart.
Not after you shattered my soul.
But despite the way you left,
I wanted to say thank you.
Thank you for leaving in silence. 
Thank you for making me think you loved me too.
Thank you for choosing someone over me. 
And thank you for making me realize
I deserve way better than you.
—  Letters From Alex | Instagram

“Even in impending loneliness, may you never lower your standards.”

@jmsapphire | thoughts and quotes, alone

I feel as if… I’m not completely present lately. October, for me, is simultaneously the darkest and lightest month of all. Instant death occurs when the fire so much as laps at my toes. The rain, however, does not only soothe the skin. It lets me be reborn, like a Phoenix that rises from the ashes. But in between, I’m only fast asleep.
—  Yasmin Ali
  • Me: Come on brain, write.
  • Brain: I know what's going to happen next!
  • Me: That's fantastic, but for the sake of pacing can we work up to that point?
  • Brain: Yeah. We could. Or, hear me out, I can tell you every single detail of the next part and we won't be able to focus on the current point of the story and we'll get really frustrated because we know where we want to go but don't know how to get to it.
  • Me:
  • Me: ... Go on