Depression is stupid and not a thing that makes me a better writer. One time I went a whole year without writing and I stayed in bed and drank. Fuck your Bukowskisms. I want sunlight and love and running down some street I’ve never been on where it’s warm and cool at the same time and I’m smiling. I want nothing to ever be bad again- and I don’t mean that I want a life free of conflict, I mean that I want a life free of meaningless conflict. Not being able to will oneself to take a shower or leave the house is meaningless. There is nothing to be gained, no lesson to be learned from that kind of life. My heart is stale, my prose is stale. Give me fire if you want to hurt me. Give me something I can taste. There’s nothing romantic or mysterious about where I am. There’s nothing here worth holding onto. By Joshua Espinoza  (via quibbler)

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Just remember, even your worst days only have twenty-four hours 10 word story (via eteriese)

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Avoid the friendship of those who constantly inquire and discuss the flaws of others. Arabic Proverb (via girlinlondon)

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current mood: john marshall having a misadventure in the library of congress


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If you find yourself thinking “Wait. Can’t say that. He’ll think I’m weird and fucked up.” Ditch them and find someone who responds with something twice as weird and three times as fucked up. Jeremiah Van Guilder (via fuckreiva)

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