May The Story You Read Be The Peace In Your Soul

Young aspiring anthropology writer 🖤

[alviaalcedo]

Who knows, what can you meet in tropical forests of far away countries, where dragons are not just old tales and legends. But not only dragons live there.  If you will be lucky enough, you can see a rare guardian of southern forests, a beautiful fantasy creature acting similar to a big cat. It’s kind, never cause troubles to those, who don’t hurt trees and animals in forests. It’s feathers gloves in darkness by magestic azure light, that throws away darkness and bad dreams.. 

A break from Inktober challenge, I missed my pencils so much! *__*

[poems-and-word]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Everything about me is unfinished, insufficient.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Lou Salomé written c. December 1905

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“The comforting scent of dying flowers filled me. I felt like a sufferer who is glad to die. The consolation of autumn made the universe less intolerable.”

— Renée Vivien, tr. by Jeanette H. Foster, from “A Woman Appeared To Me,”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“There was such a gap between what she wanted and where she was that she could hardly stand it.”

— Margaret Atwood, from “Bodily Harm,” published c. November 1981

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“If I am a witch, then so be it, I said. And I took to eating black things–coffee, dark chiles, the bruised part of fruit, the darkest, blackest things to make me hard and strong.”

— Sandra Cisneros, from Woman Hollering Creek; “Eyes of Zapata,” c. 1991

[slowly-giving-up-everything-dea]

[runawaymusings]

Sometimes when the words are right

And when the atmosphere is good

There are sentences that evolve

Never to be spoken by our lips

But fantastic in the way they glow

Like a light in the chasm of conversation

Too beautiful to speak those words

But too glorious not to share

-runawaymusings

[blackeyedowldothfly]

Drown

The icy cold waters are flooding around my feet. The weights have been tied to my ankles and you’ve thrown me overboard. The dark water fills my lungs as I gasp and scream for air but the sound will never reach the ears of those I need most.

[blackeyedowldothfly]

Voiceless

I’m suffocating on my words. I choke on the sentences as they come out of my mouth. The pressure of sadness is constricting my voice and only the demons in my head can hear me screaming in pain.

[siickangel]

Front Porch Step // Poison

[forpiscesmoved-deactivated20200]

where’s the lie

[bunnychronicless]

THSNK YOU LMAO

[baydreamz-deactivated20201111]

DUH

[xmuvatokyo]

The slim folk really crying about this one 💀

[karayray1-deactivated20230129]

I mean its true tho… socially skinny people get away with wearing anything while fat people are critiqued about everything

[onlyblackgirl]

Bloop

[blissfullyfiction-blog]

So how’s writing going?

[blackeyedowldothfly]

Destroyed

My skin of paper and my heart of glass cannot handle the pressure of your hands around my throat. The bruises you’ve left on my skin are constant reminders of what you’ve done to me. An in the dark after you’ve gone, I cry myself to sleep in pure agony; alone and afraid.

[blackeyedowldothfly]

No return

Not even the gods could save you after you’ve destroyed your own heart

[mynewurl]

have you ever just cried because you’re you

[runawaymusings]

Hell isn’t a place I say

It’s the feelings

When we almost kissed

The last touch before you go

Fires burning throats

With words unspoken

Electric neurons zapping

As I see your face in a crowd

A stranger with your eyes

And my name not on your lips

In the cobalt nights alone

And the over exposed days

Where I fade away like film

Set in the light too long

Hell is missing your face

And the dimple on your cheek

Finding my bed larger than me

Hell is when we are apart

Heaven a silver of light

When you return

-runawaymusings