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Writing my first novel.

Who wins.

She is feeling confused, her head is drowning from all the thoughts like an ocean and her mind is the boat.

Her heart is fighting its own strength, pounding each vessel, pulling each thought like strings on a puppet.

Which will she choose, her heart the strongest fighter she has ever known, or her head the boat that’s drowning in an ocean of thoughts.

-Peewee.

I refuse to live in fear of someone else's judgement.

Jenna McDougall

The Archway Of Writers.

A strong aroma of coffee bean grounds, Brewed under hot water, steam filling the air, Ash and smoke of cigarettes, fill poison into my lungs With my pen in one hand, a book in the other; My laptop in front of me, nothing but a blank screen, Words scramble in my head, hands on the keys but, there’s no typing; Down that lonely road of grey and black stepping stones, Under the archway my mind has gone away, Day dreaming of an autumn’s day, on this cold winter’s day, As people of Norway pass my way, I observe their ways, Days, Months have passed how long must this last, Rain, Rain hitting the window in such vain, I sit at this desk, waiting for ideas to subsist, Once again I press my fingers to the keys, I’ve hit a flint black letters form words, words then form sentences, these sentences make form of paragraphs, these paragraphs then form pages, which will write my book; which will tell my story.

-Peewee.

#poetry #writer

fyp-philosophy

We like to be out in nature so much because it has no opinion about us.

Friedrich Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human (via kilolux)

what-areyousoscaredof

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Harrison Storm EP launch #amazingartist #livemusic #myawesomephotography #bestnightwithmyboyfriend #Datenight #checkoutharrisonstorm (at Evelyn Hotel)

#checkoutharrisonstorm #livemusic #amazingartist #datenight #myawesomephotography #bestnightwithmyboyfriend

my love

his eyes, are as brown as his hair, his lips, as sweet as sugar, his kiss, like a soft butterfly flattering on her lips his touch, as warm as a fireplace, his scent, strong and dynamic his cuddles, she is home;

her eyes, are as beautiful as opals, her lips, as red as her heart, her kiss, like a feather so tender on his lips, her touch, as warm as the blanket that wraps him at night, her scent, sweet and compassionate, her cuddles, he is home;

when we gaze at one another, they are in our world, when we kiss one another, they are eating candy, when we touch one another, they ignite the flame to the fire, when we hold one another; we are home.

-Peewee.

#mynight #homework #writersofinstagram #coffeeismybestfriend #positivethinking #icandoit #mypassion

#coffeeismybestfriend #icandoit #mynight #writersofinstagram #positivethinking #mypassion #homework

capecodcollegiate

Don’t marry a man unless you would be proud to have a son exactly like him.

(via lipstick-bullet)

I live by this

(via captainsamvenommau5)

I'd be proud of both if it was the boy that has my heart right now todaz ❤

gravespitter

peewee-92

ME!

caitlinjapa

I used to dislike being sensitive. I thought it made me weak. But take away that single trait, and you take away the very essence of who I am. You take away my conscience, my ability to empathize, my intuition, my creativity, my deep appreciation of the little things, my vivid inner life, my keen awareness to others pain and my passion for it all.

(via sarahcosima)