A-heart-shaped-of-mold - Whose To Decide Who We Love

no, i don’t have a “dream job.” i want to spend my days reading and writing and lazing in the afternoon sun. i want to bake bread and brownies and apple crumble. i want to grow my own vegetables and plant a rainbow of flowers. i want to be with nature. i want to be at peace.

Anne Carson

every day I have to remind myself that someone else’s beauty is not a lack of my own, and comparing myself to others is useless and awful and only ever ends in tears. so yeah she’s beautiful and so am I and so are you

*taps microphone* i would just like to announce that hannah grose’s “tucked-away” memory being the first day she met owen because she has always felt so safe and loved and at home in his presence is peak romance and i will not accept anything less than that from now on thank you

the advice that "someone out there will like your writing" is so good but shouldn't you think of what you want to write first? write something you want to read, write something you like. no one else has to like it but it matters if you do.