If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don’t write, because our culture has no use for it.
by Anaïs Nin (via writerniche)
They say it won’t matter in a year, but what happens if it does? What happens if, a year later, it still breaks my heart? What then?
by it’s been over a year and he’s still all my heart wants (via unsends)
by it’s been over a year and he’s still all my heart wants (via unsends)
