whoisnell

you are all there is for me... you appear on each page, sometimes you make me smile, most times, i just froze and all i can do is this...

[whoisnell]

we all begin the process before we are ready, before we are strong enough, before we know enough; we begin a dialogue with thoughts and feelings that both tickle and thunder within us. We respond before we know how to speak the language, before we know all the answers, and before we know exactly to whom we are speaking.

Clarissa Pinkola Estés

[wnq-writers]

“Perhaps some of us find comfort in mayhem, we are at ease with upheaval because it is simply a tangible and visible equivalent of what we feel inside. The messy webs, chaotic feelings and thoughts that have found a home within us. And perhaps that is why we like unmade beds and busy streets- the external chaos, it mutes the mess that is looming inside.”

— indieluhv

[wnq-writers]

“It‘s important to realize that you can miss something but not want it back.”

— thehapppyone

[wnq-writers]

“I didn’t know I was riding a roller coaster that did not stop. When they told me life was full of ups and downs, I thought sooner or later I’d reach the top. But here I am falling through air, stomach in throat, and hands mingled with hair. I’ve never liked roller coasters very much, maybe because I’ve never had a hand to clutch. I’m choking on clouds and spitting up rain water, I’m starting to think delicate souls are born into this world for slaughter. But I’m trying to listen to the birds that fly by, they tell me “hold tight” whispering advice on how to survive. My only hope is that the sun will shine brighter each time I crest the top, and I’ll become mightier each time I brave the drop.”

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[lazyyogi]

“Learn to respect unexpected mistakes that take place in your conduct. Keep a record of them. Study your mistakes as if they were a secret code that can be broken, revealing deeper secrets about your hidden talents and desires. This awareness helps our errors become the seeds for more interesting futures than the one we habitually envision. Use your mistakes as teachers that point to new ways of evolving your participation in the theater of life.”

— Bradford Keeney

[humor-cnl]

More Humor on @humor-cnl​ 

[whoisnell]

the pain is real

[shareaquote]

Wish we were poetry, not fiction.

bats-den (via wnq-writers)

something void

[shareaquote]

You were an artist I was not. You looked at blank white walls and spoke of meaning, of beauty. And I, well, I just looked at you.

Nicholas A Browne | Prose 49  (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

In my experience healing is rarely watching the cells in your body multiply and knit back together. Just one day you look down at a scratch you had and its a scar. You didnt see it happen or rather watch it. But it happened. You were okay. Yes, it left a scar. But scars are a good thing, they remind you of the past. Some thing you had to heal from and you did. You survived. Its the same emotionally. One day it hurts so much you cant breathe. Like hot coffee was spilled in your chest. And then eventually it doesn’t hurt like that anymore. Sometimes if your lucky it never hurts again. But sometimes you scar, and when the wind is in the right direction. And that one song plays and it hurts. But a different hurt. A healed hurt. You never seen it coming and you didnt watch it happen. One day you just looked down and you were alright again. Sometimes its three days, sometimes three years. And sometimes it takes some help, there’s no shame in that. But trust me, you will get there.

Bri.B.Collard,  writing prompt #32: write about healing (via wnq-writers)

[whoisnell]

Few things are sadder than encountering a person who knows exactly what he should do, yet cannot muster enough energy to do it.. ‘he who desires but acts not.. breeds pestilence’ ~ Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi

[pigmenting]

So many people I loved Are now a part of nothing.

Gregory Orr, from “Ode to Nothing” published in Narrative (via pigmenting)

[pigmenting]

How often have I woken in fear, blind In my unknowing?

Dean Rader, from “Frost on Fire” published in Narrative (via pigmenting)

[wnq-writers]

Almost was all that we were . At the beginning we were almost friends. When the time flew we were almost lovers. After that we were almost like strangers.

loveinblvck, writing prompt #67: write about an almost relationship, which broke your heart (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-anonymous]

I’m a very private person. You don’t ask, I don’t tell.

Anonymous (via wnq-anonymous)

[whoisnell]

there's a tonne i can write, but i will not

[wnq-writers]

I am not a writer I am not a writer…but I am writing. I am not a writer but I’m writing to express — nonetheless — what I cannot control but wish I could.
 my words breathe fire that my thoughts cannot usher into fruition
spreading across the page, set ablaze this is my form of anarchy. a literal arsonist against carcinogenic comforted cozy thought nestled in tradition. 
catalytic in comment — kerocenic in movement this is my mechanism of motion, and my outcry. kinetic energy to electrify the souls and minds of go-getters, transcenders , “ne’erdoels” & rebels with reverence for what is right.

 Auzi (via wnq-writers)

i feel that way too

[whoisnell]

i followed the genie into the wood and found myself surrounded by blue butterflies glued to the branches wings spread flutter flutter until the delicate wings break - whoisnell