Reblog if you’re currently writing a novel, even if it’s only in your head or scribbled in the back of a notebook somewhere.
Think about how many books don’t exist yet.
but we’re all just to blind to see it..
do you ever have that sort of gentle feeling of sadness
not that horrible gut-wrenching sadness that makes you sick and nauseous and like you’re being ripped apart slowly from the inside
but the sort of gentle, not-quite-an-ache-but-almost sadness, the type that settles over you almost like a blanket and puts you in a kind of wistful mood
i don’t think i mind that sadness very much