i. ii. iii. iv. v.
a calendar girl in love with the world.

 —  forth

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8 . 29

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.

—  A.A. Milne (via observando)

(via thedefenderoftheearth)

8 . 28

itsmemacleod:

Vertical Wine Country (by Justin Jarratt) - more here

Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar…

—  William Faulkner (via emtc)

(via think-feel-rustic)

8 . 28

benngie:

Lone tree. 

pussylesqueer:

Les Beehive – Alfred Cheney Johnston

There are many myths about writing (writers are tortured artists; writers are drunks; writers are drunk, tortured artists). But in my opinion, one of the most insidious of those myths is the idea that you must be inspired to write. I’ve heard writers say things like, “I just wasn’t inspired to write today,” and “I’m waiting for that burst of inspiration, you know?”

I’ll let you in on a little secret. If you wait for inspiration to strike before you sit down to write, you’ll probably never finish a damn thing. Inspiration is like that hot girl or guy you met at a party one time—and when you talked to him or her, it seemed like you totally clicked. There was eye contact; there was flirting; maybe there was even a bit of casual brushing of your hand over theirs, right? I know. I’ve been there. At the end of the night they asked for your number and said, “I’ll definitely call you. We should hang out.”

But then they never did, and you were left waiting for a call that never came, feeling increasingly like a fool.

That’s what inspiration is. It’s seductive and thrilling, but you can’t depend on it to call you. It doesn’t work that way. The good thing is, inspiration is irrelevant to whether or not you finish your book. The only thing that determines that is your own sense of discipline.

—  Malinda Lo’s 2013 NaNoWriMo pep talk. (via taibhsearachd)

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