#from my notebook

[ogradyfilm]

Check out what I encountered in the wild today:

Pride Rock.

[hangsawoman]

NOT EVERYONE SHOWS LOVE THE WAY YOU DO BUT IT DOESN’T MEAN THEY LOVE YOU ANY LESS

[pixieplush17]

From the Notebook- A Good Day

A dark corner and two wristfuls of bracelets

A good outfit and a wind from the east

New hair, good shoes, good day

Good day to you, and you, and you!

I hope my smile finds you well

The air is crisp and cold as it runs through my hair

Life is a walk down my street

♥*♡∞:｡.｡ thx for reading!!｡.｡:∞♡*♥ tell me what u think in the comments!!

After the longest hiatus ever and serious writers slump, I'M BACK!!! With even more (and hopefully more consistent) poems!!!!

[metamorphesque]

Do you ever feel like you've outgrown yourself? Your appearance doesn't look like you and it has nothing in common with the person you are inside your head.

[epeolate]

i remember every kind of rain. 

[yesterdaysfantasies]

When you die, you are given the chance to flip a coin. If you call the toss correctly, you are allowed to keep living, while also resetting to the age of your choice. You’ve managed to do this for several centuries now, and Death is starting to get pretty pissed.

[everythingthemoontouches]

[wordssicannotsay]

“God I’ve missed those blue eyes. I felt like I couldn’t look away like I was attached to his soul. I don’t know why but every time I feel as if I’m over him, I come running back. He was my first love, and nothing can change that. I still think about the words that slipped out of your mouth, “there hasn’t been a day that has gone by, where I haven’t thought of you and realized I made the biggest mistake of my life. Letting you go.” It’s stuck with me, 11 months later, and this feeling is still here. This feeling of peace when I look at him surrounded by this crazy world. I’ve thought to myself, that I wasn’t enough. That I couldn’t provide the things he needed, and that’s why he left. Or to some degree, maybe he didn’t really like me at all, and I was just something to play around with. All those countless nights, drowning in tears thinking I was going to be alone. But then I remember those eyes, the look he gave me. This boy I hadn’t met before, looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered. Our eyes met, and everyone around us could see how we felt, our emotions were on our sleeves. That look said everything you could possibly imagine, without using words. He loved me from the moment he saw me. How could I possibly forget that? No language could express this feeling I have towards him. I saw, and my heart pounded with feelings. His silky voice surrounded my head and at that moment, I lost control. I was falling for him all over again. 

- Excerpt from the book I’ll never write.