I spent my life folded between the pages of books. In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived love and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.
im going to get strong muscles so i can carry the animals out of sea world and put them back in the ocean
“So you can’t spend the rest of your life being afraid of people rejecting you, you have to start by not rejecting yourself. You don’t deserve it. For now on, people either accept you for who you are or they can fuck off. Cause you’re an amazing person Rae.”
I’ve sorta learned that I’m so tired of taking myself so seriously. It’s so great to show up at work and truly enjoy every word you say.
In the game of bitches, there was only one queen bitch.
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
how do you get over a book once you finish it?
a) you don’t
b) you can’t
c) you never will
Elena Moments Damon is Unaware Of
(part 1/?) inspired by x