“If you believe very strongly in something, stand up and fight for it.”
— Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart
“Oh, darling….You will be good to me, won’t you?…You will, won’t you?…Because we’re going to have a strange life.”
— Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
Sometimes I open tumblr because I feel like writing. And then I sit and stare at the blank canvas that longs to be filled by my thoughts but I just...can’t. I can’t. And it makes me angry. I want to write something, I need to write something, but trying to pin down the words that are constantly circling around my head makes me realize that I don’t have a f*vking clue.
I don’t know
Anything
I’m lost in my own mind and the longer I stare at the letters in front of me the harder it gets to come back up and breathe fresh air.
I don’t know
Anything
At all
And I can’t help but hate the words that make it onto the pages because they are not what I want them to be and they make me believe things that aren’t there and
Damn
I really don’t know
Anything
At all
Or at least that’s what this post makes me believe.
Die meisten Menschen sind andere Menschen. Ihre Gedanken sind die Meinung anderer, ihre Leben Nachahmungen, ihre Leidenschaft nur Zitate."
Oscar Wilde