The Inherent Romanticism Of Being Thought Of.

Everyone can act. Everyone can improvise. Anyone who wishes to can play in the theater and learn to become stage worthy.

Viola Spolin, Improvisation for the Theater (via theatremama)

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I don’t wanna be that way

We read in bed because reading is halfway between life and dreaming, our own consciousness in someone else’s mind.

Anna Quindlen (via quotemadness)

“I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly.”

— A Self-Portrait in Letters, Anne Sexton (via vilicity)

just a little oscar wilde angst for you all.

Starter call for the Bonfire! Hit that like for a starter

We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories.

Jonathan Gottschall, The Storytelling Animal: How Stories Make Us Human (via wordsnquotes)