A Blog of One's Own

That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.

—F. Scott Fitzgerald (via winterbabywritings)

(via iambeester)

Just because I’m so horribly conditioned to accept everybody else’s values, and just because I like applause and people to rave about me, doesn’t make it right. I’m ashamed of it. I’m sick of it. I’m sick of not having to courage to be an absolute nobody. I’m sick of myself and everybody else that wants to make some kind of splash.

Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger (via winterbabywritings)

(Source: thechocolatebrigade, via iambeester)

Genuinely don’t think I’ve seen a funnier video for a long time.

lovewroteandwrit:

The problem with writing: words can hit you at any time, but never when you’re sitting with a pen in hand. You’ll be walking down the street, avoiding the eyes of people leaving the station, thinking about things that can’t and won’t and don’t make you happy, and a sentence will form in your mind of such exquisite beauty that it makes you trip over your own feet, and by the time you’ve got your notebook out of your bag, the words have vanished into the night air.

Pet Peeve of the Day: After a book has been made into a film, the publishers reissuing the book with the FUCKING FILM POSTER AS THE FRONT COVER. 

On Reading and Books

buzzinglikeneon:

What I love most about reading is not the stories or the characters but the experience of finding myself in those pages and words. Every book I read is like a taking a different lens to myself. Every book teaches me something about myself and shows me who I am - whether it’s in the scenes or the characters or the story or the tiniest mannerisms and thoughts of a character. It’s a mirror and window to myself and the world.

(via nobodys-pendeja)