This Could Be Love...
- me: [watches five hour-long episodes of a tv show in a row]
- friend: [sends me a link to an eight minute youtube video]
- me: what the fuck i dont have time for this
“Fuck, my tea.”—me approximately an hour after every time I make tea (via madopiano)
“We write for the same reason that we walk, talk, climb mountains or swim the oceans — because we can. We have some impulse within us that makes us want to explain ourselves to other human beings. That’s why we paint, that’s why we dare to love someone- because we have the impulse to explain who we are. Not just how tall we are, or thin… but who we are internally… perhaps even spiritually.”—Maya Angelou on why we write (via maddierose)