asthedaysgobylifehappenss:

kyssthis16:

rumour:

what if bruno mars and taylor swift dated and then broke up IMAGINE THE SONGS

I WANT THIS!!! THIS IS WHAT I WANT!!!!! YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!

The amount of emo might actually flood the world.

it’s not that i don’t enjoy writing. writing is what keeps me sane when i have too many ideas floating about, unchained and unorganized. on the page it’s easier to focus and define what it is i’m actually getting at, how i’m feeling about what i’m thinking. but i’m having severe issues just wanting to write because at this point there’s a pressure to it.

my writing no longer belongs solely to me. it has become a point of public commentary. what are you doing after graduation? not employed yet? what was your degree in again? what good is grad school if you can’t get a job anyway? this scrutiny has kind of ruined what i loved most about writing in the first place; that this was something private for myself that i could be proud to show someone later, once i had fully worked things out. now if i tell someone that i have multiple blogs, and that i write for no compensation, they ask me why i would waste my time with something like that when i could be spending time job hunting. and to a certain extent i don’t disagree with them, but this guilt trip prevents me from keeping any of these blogs regularly, which then invites further criticism as to why i can never finish anything that i start.

can these well-meaning, respected, employed adults just back the fuck off and let me have something admittedly frivolous for myself without expecting a defense for it?