“Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.”
— Sylvia Plath

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“Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.”
— Sylvia Plath
I want to read about made up places where, no matter how it goes, the hurt isn't real like what I'm feeling now.
Just for a little while
Write it badly or it'll never be written
Write it badly or it'll never be written
Write it badly or it'll never be written
Write it badly or it'll never be written
Write it badly or it'll never be written
Please keep interacting with this post because when I come to tumblr to procrastinate, this shows up again in my notifications and guilts me into writing again
dogs!
i’ve only gotten pet portrait requests for cats for far so i made some examples of dogs :)
Letters from your younger self
“Envy no one. For whatever you see, a price was paid.”
Absolute truth.
Just for the words
To land on a page
Rather than taking up more space
In a mind too full already.
Satiation of the need
Of thoughts written out
Or like right now typed out
For no one to read.
I should shut my eyes
There's so much to do
Rather than stay awake
Wasting more and more time.
I have faith I will rise
Though there is little proof
I am the man with true peace
On the day that he dies.
The nights I stay up
Never do me any good
I know this by now
But stay awake anyway.
It's late enough now
Breathe in and breathe out
I'll find my way to rest
For any must, there's a how.
Keep reading
Snow bunting, in an album containing studies of birds - Margaretha Barbara Dietzsch - c.1741-1784 - via The British Museum
“Smile. Not to forget what was, but to honor what is.”
— Nina Döllerer
The rain
Don’t repost
The Black Swift - Léo Paul Robert , 1919 -23.
Swiss, 1851-1923
Watercolour