Undefined
I'm not sure where I'm going, or when I'll stop. I can't promise much more than the confused bursts of expression from an entirely jumbled mind.
21Maddi :)
The other day, my boyfriend got me thinking about the end of the world, and what it would be like to wake up after it. It’s made me really want to write a story about it, but I have no idea where I would even begin.
Though the subject is one of my biggest fears, I want to face it through a novel.
Opinions?
I really want to actually have some kind of direction in this. I always say that, but then I forget to keep it up, or I don’t have anything to say at the moment I remember to say something, and eventually grow tired of trying.
But then, maybe I should just get off this computer and get a life.
Or go skateboarding.
(via pooots-on-newts)
(via outdoorsanctuaries)
(Source: lifeofgenius, via ohhsoimnancy)
this is the world from my window
who knew it could look nice in this weather?
