Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary, August 1921

Kim Addonizio, “The Singing”, Tell Me

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, from a letter to Jane Williams written in February 1823, featured in The Letters of Mary Shelley

— Anaïs Nin, from The Voice

I’m scared of nothing

of the thought that this is it

my life that has gone to complete fucking shit

while I lay here, not dead

I look at the stars

and convince myself I’m connected to mars

because life sucks

and I’m too scared of nothing

to actually fucking do something

unlike my mother

I will not pray

I’ll probably make up some conspiracy

I won’t sleep

the nightmares keep me awake

I can’t help that every smile is fake

I cry every night

to deal with the stress

because no one cares that I’m fucking depressed

- jfs

The most frustrating experience as a writer is having a clear vision in your mind of the story you want to tell but being too afraid to put pen to paper for fear of failing to do the story justice. I’m so scared that my actual execution will fail to meet my expectations that I’m paralysed to even start.

Morgan Harper Nichols’ ‘Let July be July’

“you will never be too much for someone who can’t get enough of you”

— Unknown