fairywings and pleasant things.

My name is Madeleine, I'm a 20 year old poetry writer, reader, actor, general bibliophile, and wine enthusiast. But, in another (more beautiful) life I was a fairy - I'm sure of it. This blog is where I revel at rhyme and marvel at melody. All words,...

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life goals

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The Thinker of Tender Thoughts By Shel Silverstein

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I wish you luck

If I’m in love with you, I wish you luck. because I love hard. Hard like I will take the shards of your sins that you think are coals and I will turn them into diamonds. I will place them on shelves so we can look at them like photo graphs as the memories of where we came from. If I’m in love with you you’d best believe that I will use every beautiful thing you say, every touch of your hands every line on your face, every freckle on your nose, everything everything everything you do for me I will use it all I will turn you into poetry. If I’m in love with you I will break. and in breaking I will spill, there will be oceans and rivers, I do not know how to hold back I am flood gates, I will have no secrets from you I do not want to. I will offer you my fragile heart on a silver platter and say “take it please its glass and its cracked and it’s glued back together with red wine and sad poems and wise words from my mother but if you want it it’s yours” I’m yours. If I’m in love with you I will forget to hold onto anything, I will give you everything Because my love isn’t sugar it can't be measured out in teaspoons or quarter cups my love is chocolate and you’ll eat the whole fucking bar. If I’m in love with you I will find places on your body and call them home, and I will breathe and I will kiss and I will breathe and I will kiss and I’ll breathe beard oil and cigarettes, and old guitar strings. I will love you for all of the things you didn’t think could be loved I will love and love and love here, here, here is my heart of glass be gentle, is all I ask.

[maorisakai]

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Will you please write some more soon?

I'm trying.

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What's on your mind these days?

Many things, my dear. Many things. It's all too messy, kind of like spaghetti.

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I'm spring cleaning and moving forward I will

Carry only those who will return the favour when I grow tired.

No longer shed my tears to water weeds.

Be generous with my love, but not my soul.

Do many things that inspire me and few that trap me.

Write.

Be grateful instead of apologetic.

Smile, first thing in the morning.

Open windows and let it breathe, shake out the rugs I swept it under.

Slow down…

Hold onto myself, this world is a wild whirlwind and I am my only port.

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Describe 1. Your happiest moment and 2. Your biggest letdown

1. When I realized I was in love. 2. When I realized I was in love alone.

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apartmenttherapy:

(via Put Down the Paintbrush| Apartment Therapy)

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[quotemadness]

I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.

F. Scott Fitzgerald (via quotemadness)

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The subway - just before midnight.

“Were the walls always this dirty?” I thought, as I examined the tracks of osgoode station. The once yellow tiles were coated with soot. There were handprints too, and all the ads were missing from the walls. More desolate than usual. A mouse scuttled across the tracks. I looked at the estimated wait time for the north bound train, it read “N/A”. “Five oh six osgoode, please call control” Clearly I was in for a long wait. I looked up and down the platform, my only company was the afore mentioned mouse and and old woman turning in circles by the bench. She placed one shoeless foot in front of the other, heel to toe, heel to toe, round and around she went murmuring to herself. On the bench was a collection of plastic bags, occasionally the old woman glanced up to make sure they were still there. There were footsteps coming down the stairs. Enter six police officers. Six. I glanced around, there didn’t seem to be any thing to warrant their presence. At the sight of the police the old woman abruptly stopped her pseudo incantation and sat down next to her bags. She wrapped her arms around her legs and rocked back and forth. Two of the six checked the platform and shot a look in my direction. The rest of them had circled the bench. “Mam are you okay, we got a call..” She didn’t respond. She couldn’t respond. She looked at the ground and continued to rock back and fourth. “Are you feeling a little sad today?” “Do you need the hospital?” “I think you should come with us.” The train appeared, it crawled onto the platform. It was moving so incredibly slowly. It was preventative, I realized, it was to discourage Her from trying again.

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I'd love to get lost in it.