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That town could fit into a child’s coffin now, that town that I hate, don’t hate. That I don’t think of at noon or before I lose to sleep, that I never remember truthfully because I can’t find the right light. That I began rewriting the second I drove away tossing a lit match, not yet needing to know how a person could ever survive it.

“Spark,” Sara Burge (via dorothea-rising)

clementinevonradics

I’m gonna bite the bullet. I mean, the apple. I mean, I know what you want to do to me and I am not afraid of snakes.

Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)

wnq-writers

i think it’s brave i think it’s brave that you get up in the morning even if your soul is weary and your bones ache for a rest i think it’s brave that you keep on living even if you don’t know how to anymore i think it’s brave that you push away the waves rolling in every day and you decide to fight i know there are days when you feel like giving up but i think it’s brave that you never do

Lana Rafaela (via wnq-writers)

serious

That’s what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you’re not so lovable.

Deb Caletti

they love you for you

(via serious)

theliteraryjournals

Have you ever had so many thoughts churning inside you that you didn’t dare let them escape in case they blew you wide open?

Ellen Hopkins, Crank (via theliteraryjournals)

wnq-writers

we think we can change people. we see something broken and we want to put it back together, but instead we end up cutting ourselves with their broken pieces.

unwrittenphrases (via wnq-writers)

serious

cold hard truth

madgirlf

if I knew an easier way to exist, I would choose that. people say ‘this is making you stronger’ like I wanted another reason to stay awake at night. like I wanted another ruler to measure my survival by. someone who loves me asks what’s wrong and if I were braver, I would say this: I am scared you will leave if I tell you how much hurt I’m carrying- there are softer people to love. I am afraid of the day you figure this out.

Fortesa Latifi - 10:14 P.M. (via 7-weeks)

wnq-writers

As fall approaches, I get ready for the trees to teach me the art of letting go.

bullshit-metaphors (via wnq-writers)

lifeinpoetry

You are the alchemist of your loneliness. You can create anything in its place.

Warsan Shire, “Today My Horoscope Read,” Her Blue Body (via lifeinpoetry)

wnq-writers

It’s okay to break in the process of building up, forgive yourself for the mess that you can be, sometimes .

Kriti . G, the beginnings of art (via wnq-writers)

fy-perspectives

My life is not possible to tell. I change every day, change my patterns, my concepts, my interpretations. I am a series of moods and sensations. I play a thousand roles. I weep when I find others play them for me. My real self is unknown. My work is merely an essence of this vast and deep adventure.

Anaïs Nin (via creatingaquietmind)

5000letters

I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I won’t apologize because I miss you, or because I said it, or because I text you first, or again. I think everyone spends too much time trying to close themselves off. I don’t want to be cool or indifferent, I want to be honest.

Azra.T “Don’t Wait Three Days to Text First.” (via cultivate-solitude)