Justmecrashingout - A Million Miles

In school, I struggled with writing-heavy projects. Everyone else seemed to have no issue writing essays, while it felt impossible for me. I would spend hours just looking at a blank page, thinking through how to start.

When I told my 8th grade teacher that I would be handing in another essay late, he offered to grade my first draft so I could spend more time catching up on other projects.

He understood why I struggled when I told him I didn’t write drafts. I only ever submitted the best version I could manage in one sitting, but only after thinking about the entire essay altogether over multiple weeks.

I’m really trying to learn and understand, while also letting go of that. I want to paint and write and create without over analyzing each step, burning out before I start.

Marcel Proust, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Marcel Proust

I have truly loved twice

I don’t believe in third time is the charm

Because each time it nearly broke me

As if it was the first and the last

A decade between the two

There is no room for another

I feel that the third will do what it’s meant to

Break me down until there’s nothing left

I’ve been on tumblr since I was a young teenager and that’s wild lol

Tumblr still feels like my safe place after so many years

©-shelovesskiez

Margaret Atwood, from a poem titled "Four Evasions," featured in You Are Happy

Ada or Ardor: A Family Chronicle, Vladimir Nabokov

“literary sext: Tell me you don’t know how to midnight without me. Send me a picture of that empty space on the couch beside you. Say this is yours; this loneliness for love when the sun is off dreaming. Tell me you can see the ghost of me curling up, wrapping myself around your warmth. Tell me this is how the sky must feel when she meets the horizon. This is how it feels to come home.”

— Schuyler Peck (via schuylerpeck)