it is only because the world looks on his talent with such a frightening indifference that the artist is compelled to make his talent important - james baldwin ;
there is a sacredness in tears. they are not the markers of weakness but of power. they are messengers of overwhelming greif and unspeakable love - washington irving ;
write to save yourself and one day you will write because you have been saved - anne michaels;
the piece of henry david thoreau's soul that screamed at him until he moved into a log cabin in the wilderness so that he could do nothing but observe and write exists within me. all of the writing comes from this piece of soul, none from any entity within the mind.
cant capture the depth of the sky and water, nor the horizon’s low, but home is in the penumbra of a city’s shadow at the turn of a day (Taken with instagram)
