mostlypoetry

A blog to share my poetry (mostly), and other random stuff.

[wnq-writers]

Don’t be afraid to feel too much, speak too much. In a world where hearts are as cold as ice, and words are being drawn back because of the fear of rejection, always say how you feel. You never know how kind words help people with their own battle. Words are powerful, they can either kill a person, or help a wound heal faster. The choice is yours to use it.

tragedyintoart  (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

Everyone’s pain is different. I don’t like when people compare. I don’t like when people marginalize their feelings because they think they’re not allowed to have them. Someone will always have a tougher go than you. Does that mean you’re not allowed to feel hurt? To be sad?

S. Walden (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes-net]

[giannalake]

The best poems usually come from a place of deep joy or deep pain. #poetry

[thelovejournals]

Do you know what it means to be heartbroken?…It means your heart isn’t whole, so you can’t really do anything wholeheartedly.

Larry McMurtry, The Last Picture Show  (via thelovejournals)

[photography-cnl]

Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.

Anne Frank  (via landscape-photo-graphy)

[thelovejournals]

That’s life for you… Someone always waiting for someone who never comes home. Always someone loving some thing more than that thing loves them. And after a while you want to destroy whatever that thing is, so it can’t hurt you no more.

Ray Bradbury, The Fog Horn (via thelovejournals)

[quotemadness]

And that’s the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

Khaled Hosseini (via quotemadness)

[giannalake]

[wordsnquotes]

If you don’t go after what you want, you’ll never have it. If you don’t ask, the answer is always no. If you don’t step forward, you’re always in the same place.

Nora Roberts (via wordsnquotes)

[strandbooks]

Thanks to everyone who came to see us today for #IndieBookstoreDay! 💕 We’re feeling pretty lucky that while we can’t always read on the job, we’re surrounded by 18 miles of books. #BookBlessed | 📷: @ursula_uriarte (at Strand Book Store)

[housingworksbookstore]

We brought back one of our signatures for #bookstoreday! Blind date with a book! (at Housing Works Bookstore Cafe)

[stylish-homes]

Modern Cedar Breakfast Nook inspired by Japanese Simplicity w/ Suspended Table & Beautiful NorCal Scenery.

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[giannalake]

Something I wrote a while back

[ghbdtn-gjrf]

You know how everyone’s always saying seize the moment? I don’t know, I’m kind of thinking it’s the other way around, you know, like the moment seizes us.

Boyhood (2014)

dir. Richard Linklater

[wnq-writers]

The problem with people like me is that we care too much. We break our hearts into pieces and give them away, until they are all gone. And we try to live with the broken hearts and broken souls we are left with. We sacrifice our own happiness to make others smile. But in the process we lose ourselves. We extinguish the sparks in our eyes and the fire in our bellies in order to fuel the dreams of others. We are the people who laugh at the end of every sentence and place a smiley face at the end of every text, to make sure our friends don’t think we are mad when we say “I need to go.” We are the people with loud thoughts and quiet voices, refusing to speak our minds at the fear of hurting another’s feelings. We are the people who would give our own life to save a stranger. The words ‘I’m sorry’ have a home on our lips. Always ready to apologize for something we never did. Because to us, an apology is better than losing the people we care all too much for. The problem with people like me is that we care too much. And the problem with people like me is that, deep down, we really don’t care at all. We spend all our energy breaking our hearts into pieces and scraping our knees and extinguishing the sparks in our eyes to make other people happy that there is nothing left for ourselves. And when it comes down to it, we really don’t care what happens to us. So long as everyone else is happy. We care too much about others. And we don’t care about ourselves at all.

stuck-on-yesterdays  (via wordsnquotes)

[giannalake]