Writer's Journal and Diary

A writer's journal to try and get back into creative writing, and a diary of the day to day experiences of a slightly stressed out waterfowl.

[psvida98]

[i-danger-goose]

I BELIEVE I CAN FLY..........

[i-danger-goose]

me: im so bored

me: i have nothing to do

me: i wish i had something to do

basic responsibilities: yo

me: not u

me: anyway

me: im so bored

me: i have nothing to do

[peruvian-princess-deactivated20]

reblog if you dont have a bra on

[fakehermes-deactivated20170207]

[i-danger-goose]

blissless:

[bobrossgifs]

[the-hope-of-a-new-day]

[skumbags]

[averagescotsman]

“Are we rushing in? Or are we going sneaky beaky like?”

[wiscodiesel-blog-blog]

[coral]

I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (via quotes-matter)

[obeytheprophecy]

▲ obey the prophecy ▲ the door to wonderland

[4mbivalent-deactivated20130424]

“How much of human life is lost in waiting.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson (via quotes-matter)

[minato-arisato]

does anybody else think tired and sleepy mean two totally different things

[togayegi-deactivated20140809]

sleepy is cute and dozing off and happy but tired is 10 cups of coffee and murder

[artkat]

[staxilicious]

reblogging because the last graphic comment is FLAWLESS

[setbabiesonfire]

[obeytheprophecy]

▲ obey the prophecy ▲ the door to wonderland

[windsandwhimsy]

[youshouldacceptchaos]

Her voice was a crow’s cry in the dead of the night. Her eyes were lonely wooden ships, sailing aimlessly through summer days. Her heart would bleed for the broken and helpless souls that slept in the alley. Her skin was softer than snow, worth more than gold, and warmer than her morning tea.

And she lives under my skin - j.b. (via youshouldacceptchaos)