Note to self: every time you were convinced you couldn’t go on, you did.

(107/365)

(Source: little-miss-tragedy)

How nice — to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.

Kurt Vonnegut (via observando)

I told him I had once lost everything I had, too, and that I think that can be God’s way of building walls around us to force us to look up at Him.

Kimberly Novosel (via observando)

I’ve never been troubled by the length of words or the fullness of text. However, it is always the blank page that confounds me.

Nadia Brown (via observando)

I’ve crossed some kind of invisible line. I feel as if I’ve come to a place I never thought I’d have to come to. And I don’t know how I got here. It’s a strange place. It’s a place where a little harmless dreaming and then some sleepy, early-morning talk has led me into considerations of death and annihilation.

Raymond Carver (via observando)