Life Of A Movellas Intern

- V.E Flint.19.Intern -
An insight into the world of Movellas, and a space for writers and readers everywhere.

I was satisfied with haiku until I met you,

but now I want a Russian novel,
a 50-page description of you sleeping.

—D. Young (via schouler)

(Source: valuska, via allmymetaphors)

We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.

—E.E. Cummings (via lungs-)

(Source: ventriloquistic, via l-hommefatal)


“I gave my father the first copy of Woolgathering, but as time passed he said nothing. My father was a beautiful man but difficult to impress and I only halfheartedly hoped he would read it. Yet some years later, shortly before his death, he said to me, ‘Patricia, I have read your book.’ I prepared myself for certain criticism, but was struck that he called such a small offering a book. ‘You’re a good writer,’ he said, and he made me a cup of coffee. It was the only such compliment he ever gave me.”

Patti Smith, Woolgathering

(via thechocolatebrigade)

I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you goodnight. And there’s a lot of difference.

—Ernest Hemingway (via 012208)

(via beautifulrejections)

If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.

—C.S. Lewis  (via lungs-)

(Source: misswallflower, via lungs-)