Whenever he saw her, he couldn’t think about pulling away. He couldn’t think about anything at all. Except touching her. Except doing whatever he could or had to, to make her happy.
— Eleanor & Park, Rainbow Rowell (via big-dipper-blah)
I don’t think I can even breathe when we’re together. Which means when I see you on Monday morning, it’s been like sixty hours since I’ve taken a breath. That’s probably why I’m so crabby, and why I snap at you. All I do when we’re apart is think about you, and all I do when we’re together is panic. Because every second feels so important. And because I’m so out of control, I can’t help myself. I’m not even mine anymore, I’m yours, and what if you decide that you don’t want me? How could you want me like I want you?
— Eleanor, Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell (via dancewithme-mybeautifuldisaster)
She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
— Eleanor & Park, Rainbow Rowell (via 4sap)
if you are struggling in your art, it may mean your creativity does not trust you. how many times has it begged you to be free (out of love), and how many times have you told it no (out of fear.) nothing will flow until you heal this relationship.
this is exactly what i needed to hear