Just start writing. It doesn’t matter if it’s going to be good. It doesn’t matter what’s popular in the market. It doesn’t matter if someone somewhere will write a review later and call it stilted or say that you, the author, smell like goat farts. It doesn’t matter if it’ll get you an agent. The future of your writing is not your concern. The future is never a writer’s concern. Just start writing.
→Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi
I always wonder about raindrops.
I wonder about how they’re always falling down, tripping over their own feet, breaking their legs and forgetting their parachutes as they tumble right out of the sky toward an uncertain end. It’s like someone is emptying their pockets over the earth and doesn’t seem to care where the contents fall, doesn’t seem to care that the raindrops burst when they hit the ground, that they shatter when they fall to the floor, that people curse the days the drops dare to tap on their doors.
I am a raindrop.
MAX; I have to touch you. [she nods and he places his hands on both sides of her head] Now, just take deep breaths and try and let your mind blank out.
LIZ; [VO as she sees the images of Max] I could feel everything he was feeling. I could feel his loneliness. For the first time I was really seeing Max Evans. I saw me as he saw me, and the amazing thing was, in his eyes, I was beautiful.
MAX; [pulls away] Did it work? [she nods in awe]
Roswell, 1x01 Pilot
Still one of the most breath taking episodes I’ve ever seen.