i am half agony, half hope.
i'm tabatha. my life mainly consists of crying over fictional characters in the depths of my room and laughing at cats by myself on the internet.
i also write.
i like; pretty smiles, dimples, the perks of being a wallflower, lana del rey, the oc, polite strangers, laughter, harry potter, the smell of books, batman, tea, fictional characters, birds, oranges, skins, the ocean, bon iver, rain, lovely writings and j.k. rowling.
“why don’t you tell me that ‘if the girl had been worth having, she’d have waited for you’? no, sir, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody.”
― f. scott fitzgerald, this side of paradise
“i cannot stand small talk because i feel like there’s an elephant standing in the room shitting all over everything and nobody is saying anything. i’m just dying to say, ‘hey, do you ever feel like jumping off a bridge?’ or ‘do you feel an emptiness inside your chest at night that is going to swallow you?’ but you can’t say that at a cocktail party.”
— paul gilmartin, the mental illness happy hour
“write hard and clear about what hurts.”
― ernest hemingway
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