untold stories

i have what i have and i am happy; i've lost what i've lost and i am still happy - r. kaur

[mou-comics]

sketch of japanese buildings ~

IG / REDBUBBLE

[roybrandys]

[eye-know]

[tradgothwillbyers]

Y'all ever just suddenly have the overwhelming urge to swim??? Like not actively but you just wanna,,, be in the water and have some Peace

[the-indecorous-flower]

That’s how it gets you

[tradgothwillbyers]

This is so fucking ominous am I gonna die???

[quotemadness]

I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m on my way.

Carl Sagan (via quotemadness)

[faerjn]

current mood: haechans legs

[deeplifequotes]

A religion without a goddess is halfway to atheism.

Dion Fortune (via deeplifequotes)

[retroapollo]

I’m hungry for your company

[mournfulroses]

…to be loved / and found magical, / like a secret…

Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems; “The Fury of Flowers and Worms,” (via writemeanna)

[georgiatnsv-deactivated20260427]

I apologise to myself for not being myself when I should have been myself.

Eredion (via eredion)

[poeticallyemm]

I painted him a sunset, But he was too busy catching stars.

poeticallyordinary (via poeticallyordinary)

[sadmemegf]

i just want someone who loves animals as much as i do and at night we will be in bed together with our four dogs and four cats on top of us and just look into each other’s eyes and both know that this is the best place we can be.

[eastafrician-deactivated2018041]

im that friend that gives u lectures about life but does everything wrong

[peacefulwilloww]

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[bookaddict24-7]

Writer’s Block

I feel like I’ve gotten to a point where writing my own stories has become so impossibly difficult because I have so many other things floating in my mind. Every time I sit down to write, it’s like I’m putting this massive wet, cold blanket over my shoulders and I’m just sitting there with a slowly freezing heart. 

I love to write. I fell in love with writing once I became confident enough that I could string certain sentences together to portray my ideas. But lately it’s become painful. 

Writing has become painful because when I sit down and I can’t put down these ideas in my head, it makes me feel both frustrated and sad. Is there such a thing as a nearly year or longer writing block? Is it possible that my writing muscles have retired before they could even create something worthy of an audience?

I’m starting to think it’s also something to do with my mental state and how sometimes this overwhelming sadness just slides over me whenever I even imagine sitting down to write. 

But I want to write through these feelings. I want to create worlds that others could explore with me. I want to be successful and I want to accomplish one of the only dreams that has stayed with me through adolescence and my early and mid twenties. I miss writing like I would miss air when under water. I’m swimming through the current of life, surviving on air bubbles full of ideas and hope that maybe one day I will be able to write again. 

And if this is just a phase, it’s a really shitty one because I never asked to go through phases where one of my escapes has been hidden behind a locked mental door. 

I miss you writing. I miss your company at night when I should be sleeping. I miss your company in the shower when I didn’t have a pen and paper. I miss your company in those most impossible moments where I should be doing anything but writing. 

I miss you writing. I will always be waiting for you to come back. 

[u-ntoldstorie-s]

Me: Oh I love this character!

Character: *dies*

Me: Oh. Of course

[so-pale-girl]

The world has bigger problems than boys who kiss boys.

Jos (via so-pale-girl)