Writers end up writing about their obsessions. Things that haunt them; things they can’t forget; stories they carry in their bodies waiting to be released.
— Natalie Goldberg (via perfect)
Each time you open a book and read it,
A tree smiles knowing there’s life after death.
— Unknown (via fawun)
Never allow loneliness to drive you into the arms of someone you know you don’t belong with
— (via deliriousmistakes2810)