“Maybe that’s what it all comes down to. Love, not as a surge of passion, but as a choice to commit to something, someone, no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way. And maybe making that choice, again and again, day in and day out, year after year, says more about love than never having a choice to make at all.”—Emily Giffin (via thediarists)
One day when I'm like 30, I'm gonna log onto my tumblr, for the first time in who knows how long it'll be by then, and read all of my posts. Every single one. And I'm probably gonna either laugh at how ridiculous I was, or cry because I'll never be this young and naive again.
“I had the lonely child’s habit of making up stories and holding conversations with imaginary persons, and I think from the very start my literary ambitions were mixed up with the feeling of being isolated and undervalued. I knew that I had a facility with words and a power of facing unpleasant facts, and I felt that this created a sort of private world in which I could get my own back for my failure in everyday life.”—George Orwell, Why I Write (via suzywire)
“I have no advice for anybody; except to, you know, be awake enough to see where you are at any given time, and how that is beautiful, and has poetry inside. Even places you hate.”—Jeff Buckley (via jeffbuckleyforever)