D E E;

B L E S S E D [Since Nov.2.1992] . I Breathe the Truth , [Don't take my breath away] . Music is my d r u g, [I touched the skyy Today] . I'm not P e r f e c t, and I don't live to be, [So before you start pointin' fingers make sure Your hands are clean] . I mean What I say, [ And I say what I Mean] . - Yours Truly ♥

[thequotejournals]

“Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you've felt that way.” ― Charles Bukowski

[remanence-of-love]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Nitya Prakash

[sagessge]

Why do you write?

I'm quite unheard you see,I don't know how to speak,gather my thoughts into words from my mouth,so I write. Also nobody hears me,so I write, I don't know what I feel until I write,or till I sit and that voice in my head mumbles,it never stops. They say I don't pay attention,when in reality I think I notice too much. Just not superficial things. I might be brutally honest in my poems,but I'm just an idiot when it comes to talking,unless you show interest in me,my writings,my interests. But as I grow,I get to know that there are not alot of people like me here,and it's best to keep my mouth shut,keep my thoughts hidden and my words locked,so I write and writing has became my whole world so I get scared whenever my pen don't flows and my finger stops,it is not that my brain is empty but it is too full,and I don't know how to stop it,I can't offer justice to all my ideas,to my thoughts or all my creations,I ought to be good or nothing,I'm scared to lose my art,cause my art is me. I write because I can't imagine my life without writing,it's a need,it's like worshipping to me,it's like a drug addiction,it's like love but the paper do not wound me,instead it collects my grief and tears and turn them into words that even astonish me,that is what writing is to me,a lover,a peacemaker,a comforter,a listener,an understanding companion,so I write.

[kosmogrl]

I love learning things like this

[mondo-grosso]

same in brasil. we say: são seus olhos

[logophilist1982]

William Shakespeare

[weltenwellen]

Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

[garcavisconde]

I wondered why green is so associated with hope and then I remembered being 8 and seeing a little plant sprout after a few days of waiting and. Yeah. I get it now.

[forkeepsblog]

Could I just say something real quick? 

It’s all coming. Whatever you’re starving for, whatever that ache is that stings your bones, it’s coming. The love, the happiness, the adventures, and the creativity that you are seeking, it is all coming for you. Here’s the thing, don’t let your right now get away. The things you find mundane, keep them. Store them in the pocket of your favorite coat like found pennies. They aren’t futile. Do not let them cause you to feel empty and hollow. They are going to be worthwhile. Keep the hunger for what is coming, but please, keep a tight grip on these little ordinary moments that are happening right now, because they – these tiny pieces of this ordinary affair you find yourself in – are the foundation to your extraordinary. And I promise you, if you begin to recognize your right now, you’ll see your extraordinary coming.  

[youknowicanseeyoursoulright]

"Those who experience the unity of life sees their own self in all beings, and all beings in their own self, and looks at everything with an impartial eye." 🏳️—Bhagavad Gita

[fuckyeahthenotoriousbig]

[a--z--u--l]

Los domingos se sienten como querer contarle algo a alguien que ya no está.

[heavensghost]

[glittereyedgirl]

I think love is my friend's cousin I met once messaging me happy birthday and I think love is my roommate buying me the granola bars I mentioned were good one time and I think love is my friend making ramen for me when all I went to their floor for was to fill my water bottle and I think love is the balloon scrap still stuck to the ceiling from a birthday party and I think love is my dad using childhood pictures of me in his lessons and I think love is doing work on the bus so I can go see my high school's fall play and I think love is rolling out fabric and making popcorn and sitting alone at dinner and shielding your head from falling acorns and I think love is in everything we do actually and it always will be and it always will be and it always will

[toramona]

[almondmilkgal]

sext: “did you see the moon tonight?”

[ruhlare]

sext: i thought of you when i saw the moon

[whiteboicalvb-deactivated202401]

missionary so I can see the hate in her eyes for capitalism