A Piece of A Writer

Hello! My name is Perla and I'm an aspiring writer. 

[apieceofawriter]

In Japanese culture they use liquid gold or silver in the process called kintsugi to enhance the cracks in a broken pottery item, the final results comes out being beautiful than before. ❤️. • • • @perla.nikaurys #apieceofawriter #writer #floridawriter #poem #galaxy #orginalwork #writersofinstagram #poemsofinstagram #poemoftheweek #kintsugi #japan https://www.instagram.com/p/B_3BqtujQ3J/?igshid=1k4vni6ecmllu

[apieceofawriter]

She was made from the stars in the galaxy and made from an artist view of beauty❤️. • • • @perla.nikaurys #apieceofawriter #writer #floridawriter #poem #galaxy #orginalwork #writersofinstagram #poemsofinstagram #poemoftheweek https://www.instagram.com/p/B_lV9icBIV-/?igshid=1ajm0qayqsauj

[apieceofawriter]

During pressing times, make sure to reach out to the people you love ❤️. • • • @perla.nikaurys #apieceofawriter #writer #floridawriter #poem #galaxy #orginalwork #writersofinstagram #poemsofinstagram #poemoftheweek (at Planet Earth) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_A9J8xBO5u/?igshid=pdbx41xkdoez

[apieceofawriter]

Over all there’s someone who loves everything about you ❤️. • • • @perla.nikaurys #apieceofawriter #writer #floridawriter #poem #galaxy #orginalwork #writersofinstagram #poemsofinstagram #poemoftheweek (at Somewhere on the Earth) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-ujp8wBuiM/?igshid=xri9in5rt0bq

[apieceofawriter]

She’s the back bone of her family. • • • @perla.nikaurys #apieceofawriter #writer #floridawriter #poem #galaxy #orginalwork #writersofinstagram #poemsofinstagram #poemoftheweek https://www.instagram.com/p/B-c5xbBBRad/?igshid=bzhrl1omh2ok

[quietpetitegirl-deactivated2025]

The Ladies of Westeros.

This gif set was inspired by a post I read from gaunt-2am-thoughts

[itsthatunique]

                                           “Theon, You are a good man. Thank you.”                                                                                             What is dead may never die.

[quotemadness]

You gave everything to everyone. Except to me.

J.K. Rowling (via quotemadness)

[postitforward]

[postitforward]

Today is World Mental Health Day, Tumblr. 🌍

Never forget that your brain is beautiful, even if it’s a work in progress.

[starvingwriterblog]

I was selfless; I thought of others Before thinking of myself And now I must pay the consequences

starvingwriterblog (via starvingwriterblog)

[verylostpenguin]

Things to use as a bookmark:

Receipts

Clothes labels

Dollar bills (especially effective if you love outside the US because when are you going to spend that)

Post it notes

Scrap pieces of paper

Leaflets that got shoved in your face which you were too polite to refuse

Train tickets

Bus tickets

Just any old ticket will do really

Playing cards

Old birthday / Christmas cards

CLEAN tissues

Empty sweet packets

A bookmark which was actually designed to be a bookmark, if you are one of those rare people who actually knows where they are

Things not to use as a bookmark

Hair brushes

Your phone (you’ll need that)

The dog’s tail (dogs move)

A cat’s tail (see above)

Pens/pencils (unless it is extremely temporary)

Socks (this is weird)

Coasters (these are simply not good at this job)

Credit cards (YOU NEED THESE)

Homework due in the next day

Birthday / Christmas cards that need to be sent to someone else

Tickets that haven’t been used yet

THINGS TO NEVER EVER CONSIDER:

Dog earing the page

[findingpeaceinquotes]

Pain truly does come in waves. Sometimes the waves are small and die out before they hit the shore. Just like the pain dies inside you before you can do anything about it. And other times the waves are so strong they crash into the shore destroying whatever is in it way. Just like when the pain builds up and you feel everything at once and no matter how hard you try you can’t do anything to stop it.

[thisnameisfalse-deactivated2018]

A Letter To The Teacher Who Told Me My Poems Are Too Sad

I am sorry that my mind flows in melancholy ways, twisting truth up in braids of hyperbole until it drips back out my fingertips as tear-jerking poetry.

I am sorry my pessimistic nature prevents me from looking directly through the periscope pointed at a silver lining handsewn into my sorrow.

I am sorry I have that pedantic, pretentious habit of finding long melodic metaphors for the tears I’ve cried and how sadness is a drug I pine for and yet abhor.

I am sorry I am sad, and that my poetry begins in that, sometimes inspiration comes from desperation and not sunshine and fluffy cats.