To believe…

“I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.”
― Audrey Hepburn

Overwhelmed and Trapped

Broken Light: A Photography Collective

Photo taken by contributor Samantha Pugsley, a 24-year-old conceptual fine art photographer from Charlotte, North Carolina. She first picked up a camera during her junior year of college. This was right around the time when she was diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder. Things that were once easy became impossible for her. Getting dressed in the morning, shopping at the grocery story, driving her car…just living, was a panic attack waiting to happen. Photography helped her heal. With her camera she could start a conversation about what was going on in her head. She could say things with her images that she didn’t know how to say out loud. She still struggles with anxiety but making art helps her talk about it and manage it. She started a 365 photography project to ensure that she’d be doing what brings her joy every single day. She has noticed that her anxiety level…

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And then something invisible snapped inside her…

An Upturned Soul

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“And then something invisible snapped inside her, and that which had come together commenced to fall apart.” ― John Green

Do you ever feel that there is something inside of you trying to get out. Get outside of you and colour your world with a new hue.

An emotion, perhaps.

A burst of creative self expression.

A part of yourself.

A trait, side of your character which you know you have but which doesn’t reveal itself openly. What would happen if it did…

Words, something which you would like to say but never do. What would happen if you said it…

An action, something which you would like to do but stop yourself from doing. What would happen if you did it…

Something inside which wants to get outside, run barefoot and free through wet grass…

But there is an invisible barrier which keeps it from crossing the threshold between…

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My own individual, stubborn, uncooperative often self-centered nature that still doubts itself

An Upturned Soul

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“I look up at the sky, wondering if I’ll catch a glimpse of kindness there, but I don’t. All I see are indifferent summer clouds drifting over the Pacific. And they have nothing to say to me. Clouds are always taciturn. I probably shouldn’t be looking up at them. What I should be looking at is inside of me. Like staring down into a deep well. Can I see kindness there? No, all I see is my own nature. My own individual, stubborn, uncooperative often self-centered nature that still doubts itself–that, when troubles occur, tries to find something funny, or something nearly funny, about the situation. I’ve carried this character around like an old suitcase, down a long, dusty path. I’m not carrying it because I like it. The contents are too heavy, and it looks crummy, fraying in spots. I’ve carried it with me because…

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Why are Writers Depressed (and So Terrible at Relationships)?

Cody Delistraty

Literary power couple or eccentrics who brought each other down? Literary power couple or eccentrics who destroyed each other?

Knowing his wife was upset with him for spending more time with his typewriter than with her, F. Scott Fitzgerald hatched a plan. He wasn’t proud of many of his short stories (he only included 46 of his 181 short stories in his published collections), but he knew that in order to win back his wife he’d have to whip up something quickly. Working from 7 a.m. to 2 a.m., he churned out “The Camel’s Back” for The Saturday Evening Post for a fee of $500. That very morning, he bought Zelda a gift with the money he had made.

“I suppose that of all the stories I have ever written this one cost me the least travail and perhaps gave me the most amusement,” he commented in the first edition of Tales of the Jazz Age. “As to the…

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