lavenderrosegold

And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.

[nitroxed]

[kristensnotebook]

“A poem begins with a lump in the throat.”

— Robert Frost

[0a290a]

“praise god, hallelujah! I’m still depressed!”

— joba, district (iridescence)

[untangle]

You ever feel like you’re trying so hard to be happy and end up failing at the same exact time? Yeah me too,hate that shit.

[remanence-of-love]

“Some tears I shed alone to carefully water the seeds of my own worth, peace, and happiness.”

— juansen dizon

[mnwisco]

“Let yourself be drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.”

— Rumi (via minuty)

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[lavenderrosegold]

Now I just wanna know

Don't just sugar coat

Or say it all if you want

Now could you tell me like it is?

Pretty little fears

Music to my ears

[lavenderrosegold]

If you want to view paradise 

Simply look around and view it

Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory

[lyricsandsuch]

“Thankin’ God that he drew you like that”

6lack; Pretty Little Fears FT. J. Cole

[lavenderrosegold]

If you can't blow them with your brilliance, baffle them with your bull.

Anonymous

[lavenderrosegold]

But who prays for Satan?Who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?

Mark Twain

[lavenderrosegold]

Is this the real life?

Is this just fantasy?

Caught in a landslide,

no escape from reality

[lavenderrosegold]

Being Raquel,

Chapter II

During English period Raquel was summoned to the office and to the gut it isn't good. Upon arrival and to her intuition there he was, Bradley Harris - looking at each other from a distance like a classic western movie. Raquel feels like she is being controlled other than her own motions and starts walking up towards Bradley for no reason and goes outside the office. He apologised for the way he lashed out the day before and to the knowledge of the savage bloke standing in front of her, she didn't accept his apology. He had a sudden flip of a personality and threatened Raquel and thinking to herself mental issues. His threats felt like water to a fish, but she had to be since she knows about him.

Walking home Raquel sees the police parked in front of her home thinking to herself today is the day. In her mind she was hopping, smiling ear to ear with leaves falling down like confetti. But alas, in reality she walked down the road with discreet happiness. Seeing the neighbours standing outside you can never look happy if the police are parked in front of your home. Entering her property and just at the nick of time, her father comes out in handcuffs with Sergeant Van Rooyen with a white bloke by the name of Charles Ryan.

The sergeants went inside to question Raquel about her knowledge of Bradley Harris. She told them what she heard when arriving home and that Harris is threatening her which Charles didn't take lightly. He also noticed while Raquel was speaking that she doesn't look bothered that the latter threatened her. It is something out of the norm for Sergeant Ryan as he dealt with a number of cases where witnesses and victims show emotion.

[lavenderrosegold]

Being Raquel,

Chapter I

It's mid-September and it's the mutual season of blossoming and falling. It's the advent of change by an unharmed arrhythmia, the oblivious act of routine, the essence of being misguided by love. There was change.

In the southern hemisphere, there she was, Raquel Lindeque, coloured in race and personality with eyes as dark as pitch. She's hopelessly romantic yet fondled by it. Engraved in melancholia, but have no reason to be depressed. Filled with void and pessimism, yet she felt like she was being loved and needed and it was mutual wherever she went.

In the northern hemisphere there he was, Spencer Ryan, fair in race and personality, with eyes as blue as the Pacific Ocean. Touched by love but craves a deeper feeling. Carved by luck, but burned by oblivion. Full of affection and optimism, yet he feels like it isn't enough.

[lavenderrosegold]

I've been seeing angels

In my living room

That have walked the sun

And have slept on the moon

Covered in the fragrance

Of their own perfume

Telling me the stories

Stories coming true

[lavenderrosegold]

Has a bee ever landed on you and instead of getting scared, you appreciate the possibility that you got confused for a flower.