'I want to make beautiful things, even if nobody cares.' - Saul Bass // Warona, 17, aspiring writer and musician living in the UK. Currently working on my second novel, which should be complete by August. Click the tags under my posts to explore them, or use the explore menu above. Lots of Love. xxx //


July 23rd
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7:09 pm

amywinehousedevotee:

Amy, we miss you

Rest in peace 🌺

amywinehousedevotee:

Amy, we miss you

Rest in peace 🌺

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July 23rd
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12:11 am

I had a dream last night that my first novel had been published and it was out in hardback and I got it delivered to me, and I just hugged it and smelled it and stroked it

This will be a reality one day

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July 20th
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4:24 am
rappelez-moi: hello. im going away for a while and i don't know why out of all of the time i've been following you i choose now to tell you, but something about the end of things that diminishes regular fear and so I wanted to tell you before I left that i wish i could say something you've never hear before because it might mean more but all i can say is im glad you exist & that you went ahead and made beautiful things even if nobody cared. you have given me hope and for that i owe you endless gratitude

I was so close to crying when I read this. It’s 4:30 in the morning and I’m pretty fragile, I guess you could say, but this really touched me and it means so much and it brushed away any of the inadequacy and self-deprecation I ever felt with my work.
I hope you have a good life wherever it leads you, and I thank you so much for this kind ask.
Lots of love.

Ps. I’m publishing this ask so I can always look back to it whenever I’m feeling down.

Xx

July 20th
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4:21 am

humansofnewyork:

"Most of the time it’s hard to be lonely all the time."

humansofnewyork:

"Most of the time it’s hard to be lonely all the time."

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July 18th
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11:22 am

transparent-flowers:

Indian Lotus, also Nelumbo nucifera.

transparent-flowers:

Indian Lotus, also Nelumbo nucifera.

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July 17th
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July 17th
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July 15th
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7:31 pm

sunflower-mama:

aurinkotomaatteja:

June 2013
Tampere, Finland

I can’t explain how much I miss my life and infinite moments with beautiful people who make me feel good about myself. Nowadays I’m not even able to leave my house.

This looks magic

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July 14th
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July 13th
11:43 pm
enolase: 2,12,25

2. My favourite book growing up HAS to be Black Rabbit Summer by Kevin Brooks :)
12. fave author also Kevin Brooks - he’s a British YA Fiction author, covering mainly thriller, action and sci-fi. Even if it doesn’t sound interesting, trust me, they are amazing. I’ve read over 10 of his books.
24. The biggest advice I would give to a young writer are three words - never doubt yourself. Ever. You are the only thing stopping yourself from writing masterpieces! X

July 13th
43 notes
10:30 pm

Our lives are not written in chapters,
But in the ends of chapters.

Because when you’re engrossed, stuck on the word,
The paragraph, the page of the moment there’s no way you can possibly know.
How would you know
This chapter is going to end?

Sometimes, I grant you, the theme will start to wrap up. Sometimes, the problems will be solved,
And the bad guy of the moment is revealed,
And it’s obvious who should have meddled and who shouldn’t have.

Sometimes we know when chapters of our lives are coming to an end.
Sometimes we can’t begin to fathom how much longer the pages will continue.

Did you read the footnotes?

Maybe you thought that this was the last time the story would change themes.
Maybe you thought these character’s names would be written in the epilogue.
Maybe you thought this chapter could continue on until all was well.
Few people fancy their lives Shakespeare plays:
Nobody considers the sheer number of intermissions, of acts,
Of scenes involved in a single play.

Nobody realizes that much of the time, the only person who realizes the scene number has changed,
Is the one who no longer has any lines.
The only one who realizes that time has passed is the one whose time in the play has passed by.

We are in every chapter.

We know not when they will end,
We will not know who they will leave behind or when it will seem like there must be just a few,
Just a few more pages left in this one somewhere, isn’t there?

I swear some of the time you’ll think you see the pages ripped out of the end of the chapter.

Did you read the footnotes?

But as sure as I know that the ends to some chapters
Will be abrupt and the ends to some
Will be an unshakeable faith and the ends to some
Will be 11pm departure times you never saw coming—-
As sure as I know sometimes these things will end your chapters,
I know sometimes you won’t have even noticed that you moved on
To the next one.
You’ll be reading, some nights, by the poorly hidden light of your flashlight,
Up past your bedtime, pretending by moonlight
That you care about eight hours of sleep and it won’t be because you couldn’t finish the damn chapter.
It won’t be because all is solved, all is calm and there’s nothing on the horizon.

The nights you will hide under the cover of your blankets, escaping for fresh air only every few minutes—
Those nights won’t be stolen away from reality for the chapters where everything stays the same.

The chapters we stay up for are not static.
The chapters we stay up for are the ones we never see coming. The chapters we stay up for are the ones we need to move on from the last one.
The chapters we stay up for aren’t the ones where we’re inspecting the footnotes one by one, trying to figure out exactly what happens next
And what we can do to properly allot our free time to the upcoming events.

The best chapters are the ones with suspense, and fear, and mystery and illusion and the ones where anything could happen next.
The best chapters are an emotional rollercoaster— they deprive us of our sleep, our air, our sense of adulthood and they make us feel alive.

Chapters will end.
Chapters will begin.
You will notice.
You will not.

Remember that your life will be defined by the ends of your chapters, not the beginnings.

And don’t worry too much about the footnotes.

The Lost Girl

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July 13th
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July 13th
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4:30 pm

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July 12th
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4:31 pm

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July 12th
440 notes
4:30 pm

norourljos:

Alaska Highway-Winter by johnwolfphoto on Flickr.

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s.t.