my creation.liberation. destination.

The ideas & inspirations of a multicultural modern girl in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Working on my wordsmithing. Feedback is most welcome.

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[astrangecharm]

Two years have passed since the sky was on fire in a park of shattered stars.

But like a kite in the wind  you come floating back into  the wide-open chapel of my heart–

You’re just a British schoolboy  in a dark little room, with lipstick stains all over your mouth,  disarming me with talk of the wicked ways of the world. 

& you like the taste of the lipstick,  You like the taste of the lipstick,  you say, 

& that’s when I know; when it comes flooding back. 

I worry about you dear,  I say to the empty night,  I worry about you &  I worry about what I become  when I’m around you–

This howling, desperate girl so afraid to let go; to release the ghost of those quivering gunshots from memory.  Well, summer has other plans for us; fog on the mirrors and you gracing my homeland  (or maybe just the land I once called a home)

We are frenetic with passion like a top spinning at the edge of a table / building castles in our minds like we’re living a fable. We are electric with the heat;  &you’re blue, babe,  a shade I cannot reach.  Always the writer, always the romantic,  you say,

But I don’t know any other way to be  & I have tried, I have tried so hard,  to lock my words away. I’m so sorry  I cannot be a silent friend. 

I can share myself cinematically and draw parallels to a momentary divinity; mind, body and heart forming a seductive trinity–

But I remember at the end of the day, that I made a promise to myself– & if I must keep it, the rose garden that I am  will tint black with heartbreak once more.

[emeraldincandescent]

Sometimes writing is like having an enormous lake in your head, and you want to get it out of your head and into a proper place for a lake so other people can come and go swimming and ride jet skis and stuff, except all you have to move the lake is a teaspoon. So you’re just sitting there frantically flinging water out of the lake with your teaspoon and telling people, “Guys, this lake is going to be so cool when it’s done,” but it will never be done. There is so much lake.

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I didn’t really expect this to be relatable, but if you wanna reblog, go wild.

[idkipoststuff-inactive]

*distant singing* killing me softly with his song, telling my whole life with his words…

[aminck]

[cwote]

You are human. You’re allowed to have off days, okay?

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