Love ain’t something like a grindstone that’s the same thing everywhere and do the same thing to everything it touch. Love is like the sea. It’s a moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from the shore it meets, and it’s different with every shore.

Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston (via lostinthesounds)

Published by tianajohnson90

I am an oil-and-water combination of humor, ambition, laziness, insecurity, certainty, procrastination, and drive. I am an aspiring romance novelist who writes by the seat of her pants. Waging and sometimes winning a daily battle with procrastination, plots, characters, and the day job.

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