coruscate

prone to fits of apathy

[bandaidsfortheheart]

They ask me how I learned to be so creative. But I don’t know what it means to be an artist.  I just know what it’s like to feel too much until you need to find somewhere else to put it all.  It’s not that I am learning a skill or chasing after some distant goal.  There’s just this subtle beat that keeps playing in my bones and a constant craving to create buried deep inside my soul.  I am not some sort of special mind. I’m just a teapot  that’s perpetually overflowing and leaving stains behind.

Overflowing, V.P. (via bandaids-for-the-heart)

[hopefulsky]

It was like the stars aligned for us to meet.

C.H. // Ten Word Story (via hopefulsky)

[xmaritzaxx]

Strict Parents

would you rather 1) have your child tell you the truth about what he/she is doing & where they’re going or 2) have them lie & sneak around behind your back at all times because your rules make it impossible to do anything

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

It does not necessarily take a pull of trigger or a knife stab to end a life. Sometimes it only takes an empty stare from the loved the absence of the cherished a slip of tongue and a quick change of heart, To die a thousand deaths without really dying.

Lukas W. // The things that will kill you (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

[homeisaplaceinthehills]

[kushandwisdom]

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[noorunnahar]

“Another day is passing by, And I have scribbled down some words,

They might be of little significance for others, Albeit for me; they are my swords.”

— the rise of a writer against writer’s block; a poem by Noor Unnahar

[drinkt0forget-deactivated202303]

This letter will be strange for me because my emotions aren’t flooding. My head isn’t screaming and nothing is loud. In fact, it’s too quiet. It’s too hollow. I am stuck in a life I wish I could change, but I have no clue how to. There is no balance, and it seems when I try, it always overflows. I can’t control a single thing. Even the hair I straighten, curls within the day. Even the room I clean gets dirty after an hour. How do you stop this madness? because I don’t exactly want to die, I am just so sick of everything working against me. I am so sick of knowing nothing but tragedy. Since being a little girl, all I remember are devastating events. And don’t get me wrong, I know very well good things have happened, but all of that doesn’t seem important when I get like this. All that sticks out to me are all the times people have stepped out the door for the last time. The time they said goodbye or the times in which they didn’t even care to. It is so disappointing. And I think the worst part has to be when you build a strong bond with someone and after years, it starts to fade away. All you can do is sit there and wait for it to be the end. All you do is watch as they start hanging out with other people, and less with you. When you can’t laugh together like you used to. Even the sex gets shitty. The distance between the two of you becomes exceedingly far. It is the most depressing thing. It feels like I have lost every one I have ever cared about, and that I am losing the only ones left. It feels like everything is so out of reach– and i’m so tired because I want to have a fulfilled life, but I can’t even imagine a possibility with that while being ill, and I think I will always be ill. I will always get shaky around people and I will always second guess myself. I will always question reality and feel like a bother. I will always want alcohol and weed more than I want friends. And it is just so awful because I never got a chance to be normal. I have always been different, I have always had illness running through these horrible veins. I just wish I could have been a happy child, because for fucks sake, I was just a fucking child. But I was not born with luck on my side, and i’m not quite sure exactly why. I don’t know what I did to be this way. I just feel so wrong.

10:28pm (via drinkt0forget)

[born--for--this]

[inkskinned]

there is only so much time and so many words. i want to show you that i am only a writer for the ink that lives at the back of your throat. i want to explain how kissing you gives me a little taste of a book. how i wasn’t properly alive before this.

i want to show you how it’s changed now. look, the little marching ants are penning you poetry. look, in the shadow of bent grass you can see sonnets about your eyes. look, the woods have collected stories about your palms, your skin, your spine.

i saw art where there was once only shapeless love. a flower holds meaning only when you want to give it to someone. it was as if all my life i have been staring at a riddle that i just figured out the answer of.

in birds singing and the shy eye of dawn and in sleepless nights and in the curved neck of a swan and in the small world of water droplets and in the thirsty memory of dew and in a sapling’s first stretch towards the sky again; spelling out

you, you, you. an infinite forever of you.

[nostalgicjoy]

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

“I don’t know about you but the first moment I saw you,” I look at her, “Something told me that I would want to spend the rest of my life making you smile.”

L.W. // Forgotten Words #82 // I want to be your lifetime happiness (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

[aurainspire]

Parents: Why don't you smile more? You look so unfriendly

Me: Well, I lack 9999999999 hours of sleep, am burdened with the stress of schoolwork and friendship problems, am constantly violated by my favorite bands and artists, and in constant need of some loving and attention, so yeah sue me if I don't have the energy to lift my mouth up into a smile.

[stalking-kitty]

They

They told me to wake up, When all I wanted was to dream

They told me to keep my voice down, when all I wanted to do was to shout on the rooftops They told me to shush, When all I wanted was to let out my thoughts and feelings They told me to stop, When all I wanted was to cry out all my sadness and scream out all my fears They told me to calm down, When all I wanted was to shake my anger away

They told me to stay put, When all I wanted was to chase after my hopes and dreams They told me that I should cheer up, Because there is no reason whatsoever for me to feel bad They told me to stay still, Because I shouldn’t want to be anywhere but where I am now

They told me to be so many things I’m not, And to not do so many things I wanted to But then after all that they told me to “just be myself” Because they would never judge me for who I am

……………. ……….. …… …

Now I don’t wanna talk anymore, I don’t wanna move anymore, I don’t wanna cry, I don’t wanna feel… I just stay where I am, still and silent, until my time ends… And now.. They tell me to live…

[aurainspire]

parents: why dont you ever leave your room

me: can i hang out with friend

parents: no

[4thandspring]

Foggy morning at the beach.

[latenightcornerstore]

You and me, the bed at the center of it all– the way you never felt like a stranger, instead like someone I had forgotten, like a part of myself I had dropped in some distant city, delivered back to my door.   Our story, a pipe-dream in three parts– my bedroom the place where everything came together and the place where everything fell apart. There are still echoes of us in the bed-frame, and the closet, and the drywall. I keep your dignity on the bookshelf; I figure you’ll come looking for it, eventually.   It always comes back to here. The only sanctuary I have ever known still smells like you, sometimes. Just when I think I’ve gotten you out of the pillowcases, I find your cologne on the walls. I remember when you came apart in pieces on the carpet, and I will never be able to wash the heartbreak out of the floors.   Someday, I will leave our story behind, in this city. This apartment will be barren and then it will be full of other people. None of them will know our names; they will track over our history like rerecording over old video tapes. I won’t miss you.   Or I will miss you, but I’ll have bought a new mattress: one that doesn’t know how you twitch in your sleep. I will have a new bedroom, and the floor boards won’t know how to moan your name like I do. And we’ll fall asleep in different beds, in different cities.   And if I wake up from dreams that still taste like you, I can take comfort in the fact that even though you have kissed me, you have never kissed me here.

ALL MY LOVE POEMS SOUND LIKE BREAK-UP POEMS by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

[wanderful-words]

You are the most beautiful thing this world has to offer.

and i hope you know that, every single day (via hopelessly-writtenn)