Carlos Ruiz ZafĂłn, The Angelâs Game
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Carlos Ruiz ZafĂłn, The Angelâs Game
i just want to write.
i want to do prompts.
i want to do headcanons.
i want to write a story about why when belle cares about people, she'll give them small books that she handwrites and binds herself, because her mother taught her how to do it, and she's never let go of that birthday tradition.
i want to write about erin's morning habit of setting her alarm for five thirty, so she can stare at the mirror and talk to herself so she can attempt to overcome her stutter, and feel like she fits in.
i want to write about the day victoria saw her parents hanged in front of her, and how it made her so excessively protective of small children, and obsessed with stopping them seeing the horrors of the world, despite the fact she could happily slaughter everyone else.
i want to write and the words aren't fucking coming.
Graphic Prompt; Britkids as a Skins Generation
âYou know,â Alice mused as they traipsed after him, arms folded. âSome teenagers scare the living shit out of me.â (x)
Shoulder blades sticking out as if she was trying to grow wings through her skin.
Charles Bukowski (via asriels)
Because he will grip you by the shoulders and wrench you around and he will bring his bristly mouth to yours and blow stars down your throat until you are so full of light
You Better Not Cry by Augusten Burroughs (via aphrasebook)
Our hearts beat so loud the neighbours think weâre fucking when Iâm just trying to find the nerve to touch your face.
Andrea Gibson, âPansiesâ (via sylviatietjens)
I do not spew profanities. I enunciate them clearly, like a fucking lady.
there are poems sculpted under your ribs that i cannot touch.
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and i said, âoh my, what a marvelous tuneâ, it was the best night, never would forget how we moved; the whole place was dressed to the nines, and we were dancing, dancing like we were made of starlight
I think itâs intoxicating when somebody is so unapologetically who they are.
Don Cheadle (via noiresterr)
note to self: be angry, anger is righteous, but donât burn yourself in your desperation to set the world on fire. itâs important and good to be firm in your politics, there are things worth sacrificing for, but donât be a martyr for your anger. for love, yes, for community, yes, but not for anger.
Give your daughters difficult names. Give your daughters names that command the full use of tongue. My name makes you want to tell me the truth. My name doesnât allow me to trust anyone that cannot pronounce it right.
Warsan Shire (via oofpoetry)