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First forget inspiration. Habit is more dependable. Habit will sustain you whether you’re inspired or not. Habit will help you finish and polish your stories. Inspiration won’t. Habit is persistence in practice.

Octavia E. Butler, “Furor Scribendi” in Bloodchild and Other Stories (via wordswilling)

it’s ok 

I cannot be violated, I cannot be humiliated, I cannot be disregarded. I cannot be disrespected, I respect myself & believe in what I’m doing, no one can touch me.

Fiona Apple  (via somecompany)

New Horizons.

So the SO and I have found an amazing apartment in Montréal - it was particularly a relief seeing as the weekend had been a bit more stressful and not quite as productive as I had hoped it to be initially. The first few apartments weren’t great, and we were really starting to think that we were going to have to settle for a place, despite having promised ourselves that we were going to look for a livable long-term abode. Thankfully, we got everything on our checklist - it’s located in an older (110+ years) art deco building, so it has a lot of character and history (and some solid walls/awesome paneling/floors), lots of natural and recessed lighting, an amazing kitchen (new appliances AND a dishwasher!), TONS of room, and it’s located right across from a metro station - plus, they’re renovating everything, so we also get a new backsplash, coat of paint, and lights. The fake fireplace and extra office area was the cherry on top - we were so ecstatic that we signed the place right after the viewing.  Trent pointed out later that the apartment number was his nickname when arriving in the city - Trente-et-un - very à propos, since it will basically be “Trente” and one. 

It was a really great moment that hit me last night - the long distance we’ve been doing was coming to an end, the pieces of the puzzle are finally falling into place, and the reality of us living in Montréal together finally felt tangible. Although some anxiety remains as to making new friends and exploring my new home, much of what I feel now is excitement and newfound energy to face the challenges and discover the experiences ahead of me. 

Maybe I was right about what I felt a while ago... maybe my life will finally look up at 23. 

Here’s to hoping. 

L. 

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Sometimes I forget how young I am, I have time. There’s enough time.

You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.

Albert Camus   (via sunflower-mama)

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