These days, inspiration doesn’t pour out like it used to. It doesn’t flow easily. Doesn’t drip from my fingers like blood from cuts I didn’t ask for. Now I must pick at it. Must willingly pry off my healed scabs and bandaged wounds.
Don’t let your happiness depend on something you may lose.
― C.S Lewis (via brawn)
Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.
― Leo Tolstoy (via thecalminside)
