The Scratch Writer

[wnq-writers]

What a generous thought. That you are already what you’ve always wanted to be, and all you have to do is let go of the parts that are keeping you from that. But letting go is so terribly hard. I admit I have tried everyday. All the time. I want to let go. It’s not that I’m still holding on– it’s holding on to me.

Oliver Kant (via wnq-writers)

[18andbeatlefied]

How do you come into terms with the fact that some people have loved him before you do? That there will always be pieces of him in them and pieces of them in him? How do you accept the fact that you were not his first love? That he has kissed someone else other than you? That he has called another person “love” and cared for them like he does with you now? Even when all of these has happened before you, even when he is in love with you deeply…your skin, still itches at the thought that you can’t rewrite his past. But goddamn, don’t you wish you could? Don’t you wish it was with you from the very beginning?

[il-respiro-dei-libri]

[wnq-writers]

I’ve asked others why I shouldn’t love you, to spill out the reasons why I deserve so much better. Would loving you less stop the sun from rising with the memory us? Would I finally stop looking for your mannerisms in everyone that I meet? The only definite answer is time; unfortunately time won’t give me you. And why entitle myself to someone better when you’re all that I need?

vvave-length (via wnq-writers)

[worshipgifs]

But I will sing of your strength, in the morning I will sing of your love; for you are my fortress, my refuge in times of trouble.

Psalm 59:16 NIV (via worshipgifs)

[quotemadness]

When I was young, I used to admire intelligent people; as I grow older, I admire kind people.

Abraham Joshua Heschel (via quotemadness)

[latenightcornerstore]

Don’t you dare, for one minute, believe that my kindness makes me anything but insurmountable. I did not unzip my chest to every kind of hurt, and stagger back, wounded and alive, just to hear you call me weak for trying. I opened my door to Heartache— I gave her the fucking key. My softness for wayward strangers has made me nothing less than a halfway house for aching soles. So when you open your mouth and call me ‘baby’ understand that I am not your next victim in a laundry list of broken girls. You think I don’t know you? People like you? People with mouths for hands. I’ve got skin like topsoil and your teeth could never take root. So when you go looking to make a plaything of a sunburst, you better look for someone with less fire than me. Because softness or no, I will eat you alive before I let you make a meal of me.

Softness, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

[plaztic]

[thawrah]

i think the weirdest thing is having leftover information about someone. like i still know someone’s favorite girl name. or their favorite season. or someone’s address. i remember someone’s favorite ice cream flavors. and someone’s favorite childhood book. and the mental disorder their uncle has. i remember the ages and birthdays of their siblings. i remember the song they said they’d sing to their spouse. where do i put this down? where do i learn to forget?

[wnq-anonymous]

[kushandwizdom]

Dear Self, never allow someone to be more important in your life, than your own self. No one deserves that kind of privilege.

Reyna Biddy (via kushandwizdom)

[vazakinada]

For a while I didn’t want to be strong. I wanted to crash without looking around being afraid of someone hearing me crack. I wanted to cry freely without caring if someone caught my tears falling. I wanted all the masks to fall without being terrified that someone would see the real me. I just didn’t want to be strong. I didn’t want to pretend, but I couldn’t. I realized that It was hard being strong, but it was harder not to be.

VàZaki Nada (via vazakinada)

[fuckyeahrudyfrancisco]

I’m learning that everything doesn’t always come back the way you send it. Sometimes love is more brick and less boomerang.

Rudy Francisco, “Brick” (via fuckyeahrudyfrancisco)

[observando]

Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.

Jim Morrison (via observando)

[simply-quotes-deactivated202002]

They say that you never know the exact minute your life has changed; that circumstances and situations happen and one day you wake up and you just feel differently. It’s meant to be gradual. A shift in life is supposed to be like the rotation of the sun, happening so slowly that I barely know it’s happening.

J.S. Cooper, Scarred (via simply-quotes)

[wordsdancemag]

Don’t you dare, for one minute, believe that my kindness makes me anything but insurmountable. I did not unzip my chest to every kind of hurt, and stagger back, wounded and alive, just to hear you call me weak for trying.

Ashe Vernon (aka latenightcornerstore), from her poem, Softness, in Words Dance 16.  (via her0inchic)

[wildwoman22]

“Your body was designed to contain a cosmic storm. It is no wonder that sometimes your head and heart hurt so much that you may just explode. It takes a nebula, a cosmic storm of epic proportions falling apart to create a star. So be easy on yourself. You are a storm in transition, even as these words are being written.” ~ Nikita Gill (from: “The Cosmic Storm Inside”) Photo art: “Raining Lightning” by Sam P, source)