I’m not as impatient as I used to be. I used to want everything all at once, like, I wanted to become an author RIGHT NOW, but it takes time it takes time it takes time. Everything does; my arms, my feet, my back, my life. My life will take all the time there is for me.
This room looks so much better with pillows. Mmm, colours.
1 comment:
impatience is the motor. or the fuel, i'm not sure. you need some of it, that's for sure. you need to think you should have been the greatest writer of all time already. because, maybe you should. who are any of us to judge? really?
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