I am so frustrated.
I’ve been visiting home for over a week now and I figured that with all of my free time I would be able to get into creation mode sans distractions.
A story, a poem, a portrait, an idea, a project.. something!
But I am so not inspired.
But I also don’t want to force it.
I was interested in everything and committed to nothing.
written by Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram
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Her lips drink water but her heart drinks wine.
written by E.E. Cummings
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She imagines him imagining her.
This is her salvation.
written by Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
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I think we still live in a culture that assumes that men are single by choice and women are single because no one wants them.
written by Sara Eckel, This is Why You’re Still Single (It’s Not Why You Think)
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