Claire Keane

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@ursodamnprettyyy
i am in love with the style Laurie Halse Anderson used in her book Speak. i want to write like her, if i grow up.
if you were a taylor song you’d be jump then fall😁
wait omg i love you, i love that song. you’d be clean and tolerate it
what did i know, what did i know of loves austere and lonely offices?
i sigh, and tell myself that it isn't my place to be wondering things as such.
i put on my uniform and kiss my father goodbye
my ungrateful self coming to ask, why?
why would i overlook his altruism, and why would his insults never make me cry
i shake off my inquiry, and open the door
i walk into the cold and feel the cold splinter on my skin, something im very used to before
this same breeze that would color his skin pale, God, his complains always made me sick and frail
he used to flaunter me about, never telling me of his woes
now he sits in his office, his patience and contentment never wanting to grow
he stays a lonely man, i wish there was something i could do
but now i must stay put, God has something waiting for him, into the blue.
i can’t believe the girl who used ai to write her haiku poem got voted to a poetry competition…. why is everything unfair
Tumblr is high, because your pinned post says it was created in 1993.
Was there a Tumblr version before the 2007 one?? Because if it's correct, this site is older than I thought.
no i just did editing on the post. if u go on tumblr on the web and click the three dots on one of ur posts u can change the date of the post to any year and date u want. its pretty cool. the only thing that is high is me
all people do is just laugh at me. this is humiliating
well. just you wait.
everything hurts
Enrico Cecchetti & Anna Pavalova, 1907
this is exhausting. i’m tired of being the girl noone calls home. my life is a movie and that movie is any film that gives you second hand embarrassment. my hair is too flat. my skin is too thick. my weeps are too woeful. i wonder if anyone looks at me and thinks im the girl who smiles kindly or if im the girl who tripped on her face. this school is too small. I’m not a poet, i will never be. this teacher is too loud, my bones feel heavy. my bra is too tight and my socks are too low. goodnight.
new pointe shoes ♡ ‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹
favourite things about urself? <3
i like my eyelashes. i like the length of my hair, i like my ears, i have multiple piercings. i like my writing, i believe it’s very advanced for someone like me. my dancing could always be better, but i get shy at times when i have to dance in a room full of girls my age.
in a way, i like my way of thinking. i can always find good in evil and my thoughts come out as poetic unintentionally. i like it when i think like that, i will always have an idea for a new poem with the words i think about on a whim when im sad or overwhelmed. poetic sentences come to me naturally. i think that’s my favorite thing about myself.
even in your melancholy hue, you’re my brightest blue