I just remembered why I can't not marry a writer.
It’s my absolutely consuming love of words and their craft. I can’t be without that in my life.(via sleepanddream)
Is it the ego?
if all goes according to plan, i should be marrying a writer. :)
and i’m completely and absolutely in love with his words.Does that love never get to you? When I read the words of someone I loved, it tore me up inside.
i’ve never loved a writer before. but god forbid, should anything happen, i know his words have the capacity to tear me at the seams.
It’s why I don’t read his stuff since he’s left.
Reblogged from sleepanddream