Some Kind of Hell Raiser

Doe, not Dorcas. Sixteen. Gryffindor. “It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog.”

[elleinadnahanam]

She can paint her lips in red and still fight wars. She may find power in the loose breeze of the dress she dons. Her weapons of choice are grace, and a quick wit. And while she weaves her hair with flowers, she fights with fire. Don’t be so quick to dismiss the strength of a woman simply because she prefers her legs smooth and takes the last name of the man she loves. She still fights the same fight; we all do.

d.e.m. // “She Still Fights the Same Fight” (via daniellemanahan)

[juansendizon]

When both a girl and a boy finally lets go of each other because they know they’re not meant for each other—that’s a tragic moment for them. Millions of stars will die. Thousands of planets will sigh. Hundreds of shooting stars will ask lots of whys every time they pass by this planet. And a parallel universe will cry over the sad result in this universe. But despite the dismay of the celestial wonders—mother nature will celebrate their loss like how flowers bloom in spring. Because mother nature knows that once a boy lets go of a girl, and a girl lets go of a boy—they’ll eventually grow from their temporary sorrow. That’s the moment when a boy becomes a man, and a girl becomes a woman.

Juansen Dizon, Confessions of a Wallflower page 211 (via juansendizon)

[juansendizon]

Here are the things I want for me. First, I want to feel okay. I want to wake up every day with a smile on my face. I want to wake up every day filled with hope knowing that everything’s going to be alright. Second, I want to feel lovely. I want to feel what it’s like to be someone that matters. Someone who counts for something who’ll forever remain a memory. Third, I want to feel alive. I want to feel the sun’s warmth above my head and grow like a flower that always experiences spring. I want to feel what it’s like to be the best version of me. And lastly, I want to be in love. I want a love that makes me feel free like a bird flying towards the blue sky. I want a love that comes from me.

Juansen Dizon, For Me (via juansendizon)

[pessimisticandrealistic]

sometimes it all just hits you like a train. all the memories, all the feelings, all the inside jokes. you could be sitting in a library, reading some book for university, or even walking to your best friend’s place. in that moment time just stops and you remember every single kiss and every single touch. remember how you first met and how you had the infamous butterflies when he took your hand in his for the first time. all of a sudden you remember whole conversations you two had, and you can even hear the exact words he used to tell you that he likes you. sometimes everything that once was, runs through your veins again. it makes you stop whatever it is you’re doing for a moment, because it makes you feel physically sick. it makes you feel as if you’re suffocating, and even your heart seems to stop for a second. but the next thing you know, you’re breathing just fine again and you’re telling yourself to keep it together.

- e.s. // aftereffects.

[inkskinned]

lately i’ve been thinking a lot about the specificity of language. everyone always talks about how english has one word for love, i’m bored of that. i think a lot about how we have a word for a sign of things to come (portent) and how we have a word for freeing someone of sin (absolve), we have a word for a sudden outburst of any kind of activity (paroxysm). today my brother taught me wayzgoose: “an entertainment given by a master printer to his workmen each year on or about St. Bartholomew’s Day”. 

i think about this in a kiss, how we purse our lips, how we press into each other, how kiss is a small word for an action that feels big - i think about how we have french kiss, how we have a smack on the cheek, a peck. i think about this when we make eye contact, how we have “a moment” that passes between two people like an envelope, one that reads of more, more, more - i think of who gave us the names for obscure things. how shakespeare gave us elbow, and what did we call it beforehand. 

what word is there for the way your eyes look when you talk about your favorite thing. we have phosphorescence, the property of emitting light, but that’s not right. what word is there for how it feels with the floor against your back while you’re watching sunbeams filter dust motes. there’s languid, relaxed, but that doesn’t work. what word is there for how it feels beside your best friend, listening to them laugh, knowing this moment is a pocket that keeps all of the good things inside, one i will tuck myself into again and again, one i am somehow distant from even though i’m enjoying it: watching the moment become a memory i think of fondly, even while it’s happening. 

there’s kissing, there’s leaning in, there’s words for summer and fireflies in jars and fall creeping in. there’s words for leaves and the smoke in the air from breathing and there’s words for the fire of a sunset on an autumn evening. i think about how we made words for things. the oxford dictionary gives us 171,476 current words to make sense of things. how we let poets give us syllables for how it feels to fall into someone’s arms (melting) and someone who talks a lot (gregarious) and vast burning (conflagration). the beauty of language is we have a word for that until we don’t have a word for that and then poetry comes in. 

if i kiss you i think: portent. if i kiss you i think of telling you here is where our lips purse here is where my sins absolve here is the paroxysm of my heart. i kiss you and i think: what words do other people use when they need to fill in the emptiness of “love”. do they think conflagration, the misery of scorching, or do they think of slow burning. do they think portent. do they think of kisses as french or as just kisses, no purses or bow lips. when they lean in do they melt into it. when they love, is it just that? something specific? or do they mean “the spaces around this word say more than the letters i’m given.”

[a-confusedwriter]

I wanted it to be us in this lifetime. I wanted to hold you, kiss you, and love you. I knew it was you the first time I laid my eyes on you but you were looking at someone else. I was reaching for your hand but they were busy trying grasp and hold another. Why can’t it be me? I love you, I love you, I love you. I spent too many nights thinking and dreaming how it would feel like to be nestled in your arms. I wasted too many mornings daydreaming about hopeless scenarios I have with the both of us. I have written numerous pieces that were dedicated to you but you have not even read at least one. Some people have been telling me to forget you but how can I do that if someone asks me where home is, I always think of you? You are a part of me and I am incomplete without you. But I think even the stars are tired from my endless begging for you to love me, too.

lm // unrequited love (prompt)  (via a-confusedwriter)

[hcneysugas]

girls bodies are soft like peaches lacking sharp edges, gentle with dips and curves if there’s one thing i learned about touching a girl it’s that her tenderness should not be mistaken for weakness

eor || PEACH PITS CAN BREAK TEETH TOO

[chuckledoll-deactivated20190418]

Hold me, whatever part of me, and you can do whatever you like with it. After all, loving you feels a lot like losing bits of me in your eyes, your tongue, your waist. Your body saves me; my cries can drown out my thirst for this desire, my lips surrender into your own yet I don’t feel helpless. As my blood boils, I feel strong enough to admit I do want this too. My hands scatter stars on your skin as I kiss them one by one, and all my daydreams, and wishes come true. So it’s okay; don’t hold back either. I’m willingly giving you everything.

dear, you #3 // s.c (via socheesy)

[sirjohnmarin-deactivated2017081]

You are not broken. You are more than whole. You do not have empty spaces, but you do have open arms. You are forgiven and you have also forgiven. You have freed yourself of all the pain, and you have grown enough to know that it is never a privilege to hurt.

You are not your earthly desires. You deserve to be better and no one has the right to tell you otherwise. You are not a slave of your evil temptations. You are more enormous than your body.

You are not a bad person. You are not what they name you. You know better. You are better.

You worked hard to get where you are now, and you can keep moving until you get where you’re supposed to be. It’s not going to be easy, but you don’t need easy; because you can do great things- things not everyone can do.

Own this year. Surprise everyone.

[thoughts-into-ink]

Fall in love a thousand times a day.Fall in love with the man on the subway, the one who holds the door for you every morning, because you can never quite get ready on time. Fall in love with the girl in the grocery line, who dances in place, humming along to the music in her headphones, not caring who’s watching or judging. Fall in love with that intern at work, the one who brings coffee every morning, not to win people over, but just because they want to, because they like the way people smile. Fall in love with your best friend when you get back to your shared apartment and she asks about your day, actually listening when you tell her. Fall in love with the boy down the hall, who brought you cookies when you moved in and has never been anything but kind.Fall in love with everyone and everything. Fall in love with people and cities and sunsets. Never be afraid to fall. There is infinite beauty in people and life, if only you choose to see it.

EMJ // Fall In Love (via thoughts-into-ink)

[examinethemind]

i. write more. reflect more. be unafraid to write what scares you. ii. keep track of things in your life. make lists and stick to them. schedule and pay attention to deadlines. iii. work hard and make effective use of your time. learn when to take a break and when not to. iv. exercise more. eat healthier. drink more water. rest. pay attention to your body and take care of yourself. you only have one body and it’s in your power to make it the best it can be. v. address issues headfirst. don’t leave them to fester and pile up. the weight off your shoulders will be incredible. vi. read more. expose yourself to new ideas, facts, and philosophies. vii. be creative - in your writing, journaling, makeup, wardrobe, and thoughts. viii. keep it real. life is too short for illusion and deception. be honest. know when to be brutal and when to be tactful. ix. take no shit but deal no shit. don’t let people treat you badly. don’t cause people harm. x. eliminate negativity. surround yourself with people who care about you and things that make you happy. xi. let your friends and family know you love them. affection is not a weakness. xii. love yourself for who you really are, not for who people think you to be. xiii. don’t be afraid of having insecurities. you are human. xiv. be confident. meet new people. try new things. don’t be afraid to go out of your comfort zone. there’s so much out there and you can be a part of it. xv. talk deeply with people. learn their stories and perspectives. empathize and understand. discuss meaningful things. xvi. it’s okay if you feel out of place with the religion you once followed. your beliefs are yours and yours alone. think and reflect. expose yourself to different ideas. it’s okay if you don’t have all the answers right now. xvii. pay attention to you. understand who you are. sympathize with yourself and know your own needs. don’t push yourself into generalized boxes and don’t settle for less. xviii. you are a work in progress. forgive yourself. your life is yours to create.

my goals for this year (via examinethemind)

[wnq-writers]

1. Don’t get too attached 2. Don’t expect too much 3. Live in the moment 4. Have some alone time 5. Forgive and forget 6. Stop overthinking 7. Don’t trust anyone 8. Not everyone around you is going to stay in your life 9. Be happy 10. Actions speak louder than words

CMA  (via wnq-writers)

[thelovejournals]

You know when you think you know someone? More than anyone in the world? You know you know them, because you’ve seen them, like, for real. And then you reach out, and suddenly they are just… gone. You thought you belonged together. You thought they were yours, but they’re not.

Ava Dellaira, Love Letters to the Dead (via thelovejournals)

[juansendizon]

If there’s anything I’ve learned this year, it would be that life isn’t always what I wish it would be. That dreams can die in just one blink of the eye. It’s only up to me to take a stand every time I fall or just stumble and hope that it’d lead me to somewhere I want to be. That my hope lies in accepting my life as it now lies before me, forever changed.

Juansen Dizon // 2016 (via juansendizon)

[purplebuddhaproject]

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[storyiwillneverwrite-blog]

I think that this year was simultaneously the best and worst year of my life. A lot of terrible things happened, but they taught me many lessons. I got my heart broken more than once, but I think I needed that. It changed my perspective on things slightly. I got over things that I badly needed to. I lost friends, but I made new, better ones. My fake friends were eliminated from my life, and now I have friends that actually understand me and care about me. I was sad a lot, but I learned that it’s okay. You can’t be happy all the time. It’s not healthy. I got hurt, but I learned to forgive. Chances are, they’re hurting too. You can’t carry around grudges forever. This year, I learned that I am stronger than I thought I was. No matter how bad things get, I can make it through them. And I think that that is the most valuable lesson of them all.

thank you, 2016. (via storyiwillneverwrite)