Quiet

I read alot but I write more. Palestinian at heart, Algerian blood.

[akillingwind]

Cassian: *playing out of tune guitar*

Azriel: you take requests?

Cassian: sure

Azriel: please stop

[help-n-quotes]

And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.

Unknown (via help-n-quotes)

[compassioncole]

remus lupin’s patronus is a wolf are you SHITTING me

like can you imagine him doing it for the first time and finally succeeding and it’s a fucking wolf and all his classmates are like “oh that’s cool” and meanwhile he walks over and kicks a desk

[sassymccoy]

“hey, wolf wolf! what’s your patronus??”

“i’ll give you three fucking guesses”

[quoted-books]

It isn’t the big troubles in life that require character. Anybody can rise to a crisis and face a crushing tragedy with courage, but to meet the petty hazards of the day with a laugh - I really think that requires spirit.

Jean Webster, Daddy Long Legs (via quoted-books)

[loumandliker]

see I mean we break down and pull all nighters and we say “welcome aboard the struggle bus” dryly like its funny but it’s heavy, it’s always heavy, and the thing is that we are supposed to get through this and we’re not supposed to show that it’s hard, there can’t be any collateral damage like our mental health or our sleep schedules or our social lives and it’s heavy, everything is heavy, and we’re tired of having to carry all of it alone because we say “the struggle bus” but what we mean is I have slept for ten total hours this week and I think my body is falling apart and holy shit, it’s only January, I don’t think I’m going to make it through the year and it’s not funny, it was never funny, we’re pushing and pushing and pushing and our wrists are sore and our fingers are sore and our bodies ache and it’s not funny, we practically bleed study guides and vocabulary words at this point, and what I mean by this is that ashley says “good night” and then a minute later “well I’m not going to sleep tonight I have so much homework” and I mean mr davis says “well I know it’s hard but you can do it” and the thing is that I know we can, we’re still here, we’re still pushing ourselves, but I’ve seen so many eleventh grade burn outs and I don’t want to become one I guess and we take the acts and the sats and if you have a concussion that’s too bad you’re still taking them and I mean a 25 is already good but we’re still crying over a 31 because it’s still not good enough because we put so much time into this we put so much effort into this we poured our souls into this and if we can’t be the best we don’t know what we are then and the struggle bus isn’t probably the best analogy it’s more like we were in a bus and then it drove off a cliff and we’re in the bus, still, but the water is rising around us like quicksand and we’re still smiling, still saying “I’m dying” and it’s a joke but it isn’t sophomores ask us if IB is worth it and we paste on our smiles and say “yes, of course” and we’re not sure worth what exactly, all we know is yes of course and we’re just so tired of struggling at the bottom of the pool. on the floor. in the swampy sea green hue of the dirty water flooding the bus. we’re tired of being hungry and bright-eyed and we’re tired of always being the best. and the teachers say “but you’re smart kids, you can do it”. and we put on our best smiles. yes we can. we can do it. I just wonder if we should have to.

whenever my math class struggles to understand a concept the teacher sighs and says “are y'all boarding the struggle bus or what” and we think it’s funny (via lcfayctte)

[solitude-in-veins]

“Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood. If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe what-ever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life.

The lightening thief - rick roirdan.

[avatarofstars]

I'm so in love but he's fictional, what's wrong with me? :(

[solitude-in-veins]

we’ve all been there :D

[solitude-in-veins]

Any percy jackson fans out-there , reblog this

[solitude-in-veins]

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

Pablo Neruda

[solitude-in-veins]

A prayer to the wild at hearts kept in cages

[solitude-in-veins]

I just can't take school work seriously when I'm hungry

-3AM preparing for maths test on empty stomach. -Just doesn't work like that.

[solitude-in-veins]

Death doesn't work like that .It doesn't care if someone loves you, doesn't want you to go. It just takes. It takes and takes until eventually you have nothing left .

Shades of earth- beth revis

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I am obscure to myself. I let myself happen. I unfold only in the now. I am rudely alive.

Clarice Lispector, from Água Viva (via violentwavesofemotion)

[solitude-in-veins]

Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.

Emily bronte-wuthering heights

[solitude-in-veins]

why is the world immediatley blaming the paris attaks on muslims already, I don't see the world blaming you for your horrible hushed crimes against humanity

[plathisms-blog]

She dealt her pretty words like Blades — How glittering they shone — And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone —

Emily Dickinson, She dealt her pretty words like Blades (via plathisms)

[solitude-in-veins]

When we face pain in relationships our first response is often to sever bonds rather than to maintain commitmen

bell hooks