#usersmeg

A recreation of an old edit I did and lost because I broke my flash drive, and I don’t know how to fix it. Alas.. enjoy!

— Los Angeles was a monster, too big and too loud and too hectic. THE TROJANS were strange and misguided. There was a cardboard dog in his bedroom that Jeremy treated like a de facto member of the household. Jean didn’t understand any of it, but he knew on a bone-deep level that this was better than anything he’d ever had. It was worlds more than he deserved.

Isn’t that reason enough to keep living? To rediscover simple delights one moment at a time, I mean. I used to count them on my fingers, reassuring myself there was still good in the world and reminding myself to keep looking for those blessings. Butterflies, fresh-baked bread, the crunch of leaves on an autumn morning, so on and so forth. They don’t have to be profound. I started with one: the scent of fresh-cut grass. […] What you hold onto is less important than the act of holding on itself. It’s so easy to get lost in ourselves and this world. Sometimes you need to find your way back one tiny miracle at a time. —THE SUNSHINE COURT, NORA SAKAVIC

I hate you,” Andrew said casually. He took a last long drag from his cigarette and flicked it off the roof. “You were supposed to be a side effect of the drugs." ― Nora Sakavic, The King's Men @lgbtqcreators creator bingo ― free choice creative

“forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones that I did not”

❝ i am the sun summoner. it gets dark when i say it does. ❞

[ We Hunt the Flame by Hafsah Faizal ]

✦ follow @litlovers  ✦ reblog this post​ ✦ enter the discord server!