god-beer-and-banjos:

Headphones are the sort of thing that should come in packs.

Okay quality earbuds. Asda. Two for £10.

(via andwearebasiclife)

When I was a child I was lonely and I would tell myself stories. At school, walking home, falling asleep at night when I was scared. My brain was constantly alive with people and places and faraway narratives moving through and distracting from my everyday life and it was that that wanted me to be a writer.

I lost it at some point over the last few years or so, I don’t know if it just went or if I lost interest or things managed to distract me, or if it’s just because I’m not so lonely now. But recently some things happened around me that I got so caught up in and they set it off again. No big event, just some people that I find really inspiring and intriguing, and a situation which offers a lot to think about and decide. For the last twenty four hours my imagination has been tugging and nagging for attention. It isn’t just developing ideas, it’s an overtaking force. It’s making time pass quicker. It’s making people’s voices quieter. If I concentrate on it stories just happen without me willing them.

Last night, as I probably will tonight, I discarded my normal routine of taking a sleeping pill with some water and concentrating on the radio to have something to focus on without having to think. I just kind of basked in the amazement of being able to tell myself a story, and my thoughts aren’t so scary any more.

floriental:

some people don’t even know that they are very good in cutting others hearts into pieces