LáKiese Oliveras

Freelance Writer. Lover of all things animal and Anthropological. Follow me @WriteonceTime Email me at [email protected]

[writeyoulongtime-blog]

46 days, 66,240 minutes, 3,974,400 seconds of maddening "whatthefuckitwehavenoideawhatweredoing" love and a lifetime to go...

[writeyoulongtime-blog]

Mind in a million places, heart in a million pieces. Up wondering where my peace is…

[thelovejournals]

I wish I had a someone who would observe me silently, who would capture all my habits and quirks, and still love me. Someone that would get lost in how my fine features define my face, while smiling or crying, and still love me.

Elay Neal Moses (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

I’ve got that awful sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. The one that means it’s all over before it even started.

emilyloisrose (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

People ask me why I wanna be a writer. C'mon, guys, nobody else can speak so loudly without having to say a single word.

winterylupun  (via wnq-writers)

[thequotejournals]

Stay close to anything that makes you glad that you’re alive.

Hafiz (via thequotejournals)

[writeyoulongtime-blog]

people: so what kind of music do you like?

me: ugh it's not that simple

[coolthingoftheday]

A hummingbird’s nest.

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[theliteraryjournals]

Take it from me: If you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging at your back and running its fingers up your spine, the best thing to do—the only thing—is run.

Lauren Oliver, Delirium (via theliteraryjournals)

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[wnq-writers]

I grew up thinking that in order to live a happy life, I had to get good grades and go to a prestigious university and get a highly paid job. But as I grew older I began to realise that in order to life a happy life, I had to choose it for myself and not live a life that others expect of me, whether it be your parents, teachers or friends. This is your life. I made a decision that I didn’t want to be successful and live in a big house with fancy cars in the drive. So, I packed my bags and got out of this little town that had suffocated me for the last 18 years and drank coffee in small shops in Germany, chased the Horizon in Australia, woke up with a mountain view in Singapore. How beautiful is it to know that your feet have walked the grounds of many different countries and your skin has felt the air of many busy cities. Please darling, do not get lost in society’s belief that you are only successful if you have a well paid job, like I once had. As humans, we are going to die, that is one thing we are guaranteed in life. What will you care about the most while lying on your death bed, your fancy cars, big house? Or the stories and experience you have encountered on the journey of this beautiful thing called life? So there’s one thing I ask of you: please travel. Whether you’re 21 or 49. It is never too early nor too late so see the beautiful world.

i-wonder-lust  (via wnq-writers)

[writeyoulongtime-blog]

In attempts to relate to someone’s pain, people often overlook and overshadow it with their own.

Writeyoulongtime

[writeyoulongtime-blog]

Don't Ever.

It is okay to be afraid sometimes. Don't ever let someone tell you it's not.

[writeyoulongtime-blog]

I'm too good to you. I'm way too good to you. You take my love for granted and I just don't understand it...

Drake

[naturaekos]

“I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am.”

Sylvia Plath (via naturaekos)

[wnq-writers]

I walked as slow as I could hoping you’d chase after me. But you never caught up. Never even took a step.

iiama-lostboii  (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

My heart is so tired, but I cannot stop wearing it on my sleeve for you.

thehonestpoetwrites  (via wnq-writers)