outlandish

it's my problem if i wanna pack up and run away. it's my business if i feel the need to smoke and drink and sway. it's my problem, it's my problem if i feel the need to hide. and it's my problem if i have no friends and feel i want to die

[carmenhqs]

hey everyone, i’m jojo (est, she/her)! i’m late, but better late than never right? so this is my bby carmen and under the cut is some hastily prepared information for her!

ok so carmen is your resident art hoe but like under the wraps you know bc her parents dont think writing and painting and stuff are relevant since everyone is just trying to survive.

despite that, though, she loves writing and reading and if given the opportunity, she would have studied creative writing or something of the sort, but her mother (who is a nurse) forced her to study nursing because ‘there are no jobs in writing’

she hates being a nurse, but would never tell anyone that. she does her best because she knows how important healers are.

growing up, she was always a quiet person. she never really had many friends and always had her nose in a book. even now, when she isn’t working she is writing in her journal but she always needs to be discreet about it. 

anyway, that’s all I have for now, hmu so we can plot and i’ll throw some plot ideas your way!

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

— She’s in the window in her pink dress, radiant, transparent, lost —

Jack Kerouac, from Book Of Sketches (via violentwavesofemotion)

[rocktheholygrail]

[follklore]

[wordsnquotes]

Poetry, dreams, desire, everything leads me to you.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (via wordsnquotes)

[uzaylisahmeran]

[follklore]

[getaway-car]

[kpopco]

[cockygomez]

[hayley-wiliams]

paramore // 26

[dailypaddys]

[wordsnquotes]

I’m a very private person. You don’t ask, I don’t tell.

(via annalisewrites)

[princesconsuela]

[inkmagician]

gather the constellations in your mind. press them to paper & call it art.

paperharbors | notes to self #7 (via bcllahadids)

[wnq-writers]

She had literature inside her heart that she couldn’t sometimes write.

juansendizon (via wnq-writers)