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She’s full of belonging

And so full of love

#pas de deux #dodie #inktober #something to live for

2:19

I have been in still waters all my life,

Yet I face the treacherous seas

With a fickle heart in hand

— Will I outlast the waves?

#what else can i do but #write #?

There are things you’d want to have had before that you could never gain now

#but that doesnt mean you cant try

25.12

Within the walls of an almost abandoned studio, the faint chiming of bells may be heard, but it was nothing compared to the ingenuity that was Bach’s symphonies. There was simply no existing rendition of Jingle Bells that could resonate more to her than the seamlessly measured trills and sustained notes of the number of variations of his songs.

It could be playing for hours on end, and she couldn’t be bothered to switch tapes.

And it did.

From the break of dawn, she had been there, pirouetting as she crossed the floor at the end of a measure. In every step, there was the ever present spring, building up as the piano rose to a crescendo yet again. Not long after, there she was, leaping gracefully through the air; a momentary ecstasy-filled flight before she must come back down for the sole reason that gravity demanded it. And she’d do it all, repeating the cycle, without batting an eye. Exhaustion had no place in her when she was too engrossed by defying physics itself, as well as the great tradition of the world.

It was a holiday spent right.

Or rather, ordinarily.

#oh if i could dance #i will never stop twirling and prancing about

“It is said that once sunlight fades away into the horizon, and thousands of diamonds begin to illuminate the dark sky, the dreamers and the spectators come out to catch a glimpse of its mystifying beauty.”

— doidaredisturbtheuniverseordoi

Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality

Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

But what if it does you more harm than good? Could it be a weapon against yourself? Yes, no, probably, most likely? Nothing could terrify me more than the nagging feeling of uncertainty. I can jump from the ledge of a twenty-story building, and I will surely love every minute of it... but, I cannot stand to sit in front of my desk with a blank screen in front of me, wondering what’s in store for me in the next week, month, year? I like fantasizing, but not about the future. Anything, but the future.

#dwellingonthingsisnotmyfavoritesubject

Before, art was her way to capture memories– the odd, the blissful, the extravagant. It was as good as photography, another activity fueled with the same intention. However, the cruelty of the months had dwindled her ability to transfer her thoughts, just as it had taken away her words. As a result, the dismal colours took over her radiantly-stained canvas of a life, devoid of all traces of joy, leaving her with feeble duplications of those moments.

alongtimeagoinagalaxyfarfaraway

#4 Reason To Stay Awake: Things To Do

#look at all the things im gonna do #the want to feel good #maybe not good good #but ok good #must live

“The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald

New Year’s Eve. It’s one of those special days when it is socially acceptable to look back on the last 525,600 minutes of your life, and appreciate the humbling glory, sheer stupidity, explicit weirdness or plain ordinariness by either: a. laughing b. crying c. both. Somehow, unlike all the previous years, I’m not here dwelling on what I should have done, or where I should have been. I see the world that I’ve been living in, and I don’t even dare to think of how it could be different.

#wonderingislovely #happynewyear

Wandering 1 (To be updated)

#wanderings

Afterthought.

#i knew it #too late #ish #blackoutpoetry #trying to be aesthetic #no book pages were harmed during the process #no chill

‘How I wish- That I can be amongst the stars To be in eternal bliss Or just have you in my arms.’ Too cheesy for my taste. Let’s rewrite that.

Sam, On Repeat

I am not good at being human.

I, Venetian Confessions

Amongst all the bad throughout my whole life, you are the centerpiece of the little good that I have managed to squire. After everything we’ve been through, you made me believe (once in fairies when you reasoned that it was a matter of life and death) - and hope- that a point in reality would eventually come wherein the two of us could be like any other ordinary pair of souls, talking and laughing, free of any inhibition. It’s the brighter and more desirable end of the whole spectrum, in contrast to the darkest umbra where I had adversely dwelt in long before. No, Amelia Rose. I will not deny myself the simplest of pleasures that the Universe will offer. I am not ready to let this go. The day when I will do so will be the day when hell freezes over. Until then, I cannot. I will not. There is your answer.

Wes Andrews, The Dream I Never Wrote

It's so curious how one can still hold on to their remaining vestiges of sanity amidst the tempestuous storms reputed to raze everything in its path, whilst adorning oneself with beauteous flowers.

Agathe, A Non-Existent Chapter

#seethelinewheretheskymeetsthesee #itcaaaaaaaallsme #<3

#itried #howdoyoudraw #eyesaretorturous #lipstoo

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