Stardust

My name is Alyssa

[pir-ado]

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[indieteen]

[pir-ado]

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[kurts-children]

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[anarchic-buzz]

[foreveryours-a]

I’ve been writing a lot. It’s all about him, which makes me a little sick.

I have an art show coming up in which I will display my poetry. I wish everyone in the world could see it. I wish he could see it. 

[clementinevonradics]

“The day I surrendered to my limp, and went out and bought my cane, I realized I was through with the burden of feet. Instead, I am going to become a mermaid. If i am going to be stared at, it should at least be because I’m beautiful. I have always liked the ocean, the promise of depth. I am tired of this dry world, all of this dust and sickness, these barren fields. I want to dive without drowning. I want to kiss sharks. I want to braid my hair with seaweed and mythology. I want men to carve me into the bows of their ships like a prayer, before I lure them into the depths with my fishnet mouth. I want the beauty, the gorgeous mutation, the legend of half body. All the wisdom of a woman, without the failures of sex. I am plunging. I am sinking. I am not coming up for air. I do not want all this human, my legs move like they resent being legs, my body is wrecked by all this gravity. I cannot face another morning waking up with no hope of a fairytale. Here on land, i cannot move. Here on land, i cannot breath. I am always drowning. Here on land, I cannot move.”

Part of Your World, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)

[ladysummers]

[theblackmagic69]

[foreveryours-a]

You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains. You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines. You say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when wind blows. This is why I am afraid, you say that you love me too.

Unknown

[foreveryours-a]

I’ve been waiting for some news, and the longer I wait the more I don’t care to hear it. 

A few months back I asked my mom why she left my dad. She told me that with a new life to care for (me) everything else was a little less important, including the love of her life who couldn’t make up his mind. 

While I don’t have a child to care for, you helped me create this new life by shoving me into it. I was discarded from your life like a trophy stored in a box in the garage. You told me I could call on you at anytime, but shouts can’t be heard from beneath closed lids. I receded and sought assistance from others, who were happy to provide it. And I continued to scream your name but the box you placed me in for safekeeping grew deeper. I had to cut into the side of it to escape.

I made a life without you. A life that doesn’t necessarily accommodate you. A life full of pursuits and adventures and laughter. 

A life that feels a little strange, because it isn’t one that includes you. 

A life that feels a little normal, because it isn’t one that includes you.

I’ve been waiting for your answer, and the longer I wait the more I don’t care about the question. 

[ravensandrocks-deactivated20200]

I knew she was trouble the moment she handed me the scissors and whispered, ‘undress me’.

Michael Faudet    (via michaelfaudet)

[emelelizabeth]

[midnightinthemagicmicagarden]

High Summer

Watercolor and Gouache On Cotton Paper

2015, 9″x 12″

[earthlynation-blog]

Dalmation. Source

[demons]

Wars do not make men great, but they do bring out the greatness in good men. War is romantic only to those who are far away from the sounds and turmoil of battle.

Major Dick Winters (via demons)

[animanga-and-stuff]