I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom.
—American Poet, Clarissa Pinkola Estes
My favorite quotes from last night,
“You’re right up there with Google and Apple.”
“For a second, you looked like Elena.”
Chris Martin once said that as an artist, when he hears new music that catches his attention, he always thinks, “Why didn’t I think of that?” And I think it’s the same for writers. Or for anyone who uses creativity on a daily basis. If you’re mature, you appreciate others who do something well within your field. You let them inspire and drive you forward.
All mankind is divided into three classes: those that are immovable, those that are movable, and those that move.
Run away to Barcelona. Eat milk chocolate magnum bars and drink cheap champagne. Burst into charming fits of laughter whenever you get embarrassed about butchering the Catalan language. Wear denim cutoffs, Dr. Pepper chapstick, and very little else. Go dancing at 3 a.m. Whiten your teeth. Tan your shoulders. Braid feathers into your hair. Perpetually wake up with sand caught in the thin cotton sheets of your tiny bed. Listen to the Rolling Stones and kiss all the long haired boys you can get your hands on without ever having to apologize.
—Be right back, On my way to Barcelona…
Anonymous asked: Are you British?
Not even a little, sadly.