A Writer

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 • ✍︎︎ 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐦 • ☕︎︎ 𝐮𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 • 𝐒𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 𓆙

[thyangelfallen]

YOU HAVE A  MESSAGE:

“Hey sweetheart, I know life throws a crap load of bullshit and sometimes all you want to do is give up.

But I want you to know, there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. Even if it takes days, months or even years, I promise I will make damn sure you get everything you deserve.

Don’t stop fighting. Because you’re a Winchester. And you know us, we never give up. We kick ass and move forward.

Sammy and I love you. And we will always be here for you. Keep your head up Kiddo.”

—Dean Winchester; I saw this on Pinterest but i’m not sure who originally posted it. I hope this helps keep you motivated :)

[lettersbycandlelight]

[thyangelfallen]

"i wish i did not have to sugarcoat my sadness

but if you swallowed it RAW

NAKED

and UCOUTH

it would curdle your insides and shrivel up your tongue"

— unknown

[velvetkisses28]

No one :

Me : *Going absolute feral at 2 am*

I HAVE TO LEARN LATIN AND FRENCH. I HAVE TO LEARN PLAYING PIANO AND GUITAR. I HAVE TO WRITE A POEM ABOUT THAT BOY I SAW IN THE LIBRARY. I HAVE TO TELL THE MOON HOW PRETTY SHE IS.

[extramadness]

“It’s nice when someone remembers small details about you.”

— Unknown  (via quotemadness)

[korsmagicalforest]

it’s ok if you cried today

it’s ok if you messed up today

it’s ok if you did poorly today

it’s ok if you hurt yourself today

it’s ok if you starved yourself today

it’s ok if you binged today

it’s ok if you purged today

it’s ok if you couldn’t get out of bed today

what’s done is done, and you are going to do amazing tomorrow. i have faith in you. fighting mental illness is terrifying, but it’s so rewarding once you win.

[quotemadness]

“She was still holding out for something that wasn’t going to happen. She was good at waiting. That seemed like a sad thing to be good at.”

— Ann Brashares 

[ytphobia-deactivated20210908]

arabic is the real language of love fuck french and italian

[ytphobia-deactivated20210908]

تزوّجتني رغم أنفَ القبيلةْ وسافرتْ معي رغم انف القبيلةْ

وأعطتنْي زينبَ وعُمَرْ رغم أنف القبيلةْ

وعندما كنتُ أسألُها : لماذا؟ كانت تأخُذُني كالطفل إلى صدرها وتُتَمْتِمْ لأنكَ انت قبيلتي

she married me, in spite of the tribe and she traveled with me, in spite of the tribe and she gave me zaynab and omar, in spite of the tribe

and when I used to ask her why she would take me, like a child, against her chest and say “because you are my tribe”

— nizar qabbani

افدي قمراً لاحعلينا وتلالأ ما احسنه رب تبارك وتعالى قد حل بروحي فتداعفت حياة واليوم نأى عني عزاً وجالاً ادعوه سراراً واناديه جهاراً ان ابدلي الصبوة طيفاً وخيالاً لو قطعني دهري لا زات انادي كي تخترق الحجب ويروين وصلاً لا مل من العشق لو مر قرون حاشاه مللاً بي حاشاي مللاً العاشق حوت وهوى العشق كبحر هل مل إذا ما سكن الحوب زلالاً؟

Yes! My soul will be sacrificed for you!  You are the full moon. You rise, and you shine.  Praised and glorified be God for that shine!  You invaded my soul, doubled my life.  Then, you left—with that noble pride of thine.  Today, I pray to you in secret, or  I shout out loud these mad love dreams of mine.  Life tears me to pieces, and still I shout:  Pierce through these veils! Let me drink your love’s wine!  Centuries of loving, and he’s never  bored with love. Never will his love decline.  My lover is a whale, and my desire  pure water—an ocean—with no end time.  Can a whale grow bored in a pure ocean?

— jalal ad-din muhammad rumi

I love you as if all hearts were a mirror of mine as if life were invented for my love I love you O how much I deleted from your lips built my heart into a road and a house hung it as a cloud over clouds and how I equated beauty with you and her fantasy sprout and how and how I love you the light in your eyes has withdrawn it has been flooded our hair like drifts of snow poured on your shoulders braided, tied or loose I feel time has melted in my eyelids solidified and tumbled like silence.

— adonis

Your eyes are two palm tree forests in early light, Or two balconies from which the moonlight recedes When they smile, your eyes, the vines put forth their leaves, And lights dance … like moons in a river Rippled by the blade of an oar at break of day; As if stars were throbbing in the depths of them … And they drown in a mist of sorrow translucent Like the sea stroked by the hand of nightfall; The warmth of winter is in it, the shudder of autumn, And death and birth, darkness and light; A sobbing flares up to tremble in my soul And a savage elation embracing the sky, Frenzy of a child frightened by the moon. It is as if archways of mist drank the clouds And drop by drop dissolved in the rain … As if children snickered in the vineyard bowers, The song of the rain Rippled the silence of birds in the trees … Drop, drop, the rain Drip Drop the rain

— badr shakir al-sayyab 

[witchyoons-remade-deactivated20]

reblog if you’re gay, shy or a fucking idiot

[extramadness]

[inlanguagewedontsay]

In Russian we don’t say “You’re annoying”, instead we have “ты меня бесишь (ty men'a besish)”, which literally means “You’re turning me into a demon” and this is just too #relatable.

Submitted by @karl-the-not-so-great

[anthropologyofwater-deactivated]

— excerpt from war of the foxes: “birds hover the trampled field” by richard siken

[diomedez]

books i’ve read in 2018: To Kill A Kingdom by Alexandra Christo 

In one move, I plunge my fist into the prince’s chest and pull out his heart.

[thyangelfallen]

“Is there  a n o t h e r  life? Shall I awake and find all  t h i s  a dream? There must be, we cannot be created for this sort of suffering.”

to the boy who destroyed me, body and soul. 

I will never forgive you for how you made me feel.

[betweenthemustypages]

— “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost

[olreid]

kathleen turner / ana mendieta / david shrigley / audre lorde

[thyangelfallen]

just tell me... please

TELL ME I’M GOING TO  DIE            

TELL ME THE  SUN  IS GOING TO E X P L O D E

TELL ME THE WORLD IS ENDING       A       N      D    THERE’S 

    N    O   T  H  I  N G               I CAN DO ABOUT IT

BECAUSE IF I HEAR

IT’S GOING TO BE OKAY

       ONE MORE TIME,        I          W I L L        SCREAM