Have you ever been able to read something that someone wrote with all of their honesty and felt inspired by how free they were with their words. Have you ever had the simple syntax in a mere Tumblr post make you want to just open a notebook and write everything your heart has ever said, but your mouth has never spoken because your pride couldn’t bear hearing those exact words touch the tip of your tongue? I’ve never even thought of myself as a writer and yet I’ve read passages of someone’s writing that have me reconsidering my own ability to create…to create.







