poet + crier

zaara // writer, artist and full-time worrier. instagram twitter from the sea shore

[zaaraofthesea]

Only you know me the way you know me

Only you forgive me when I'm sorry

Even when I messed it up

There you are.

—zayn, "there you are".

[zaaraofthesea]

there was peace in people

who were home to us

returning to them always felt complete.

- zaaraofthesea

[soracities]

“Let us love gently.”

— Charles Baudelaire, from ‘Sonnet of Autumn’ (trans. F. P. Sturm)

[zaaraofthesea]

a country peopled with songs, 18.08.18

[khevinday]

when you make one of your oc’s hella smart but then suddenly don’t know how you’re going to write them bc you’re a fucking dumbass

[zaaraofthesea]

❝I'm letting you know, tonight, that I missed you. Not when you left. Not now. But somewhere in between. Definitely.❞

—zaaraofthesea

[wordsnquotes]

“I’m not everything I want to be, but I’m more than I was, and I’m still learning.”

— Charlotte Eriksson, Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself

[zaaraofthesea]

Sometimes I feel like Auden. What can this craft do? When the sun is low on me, I ask myself again and again as I feel writing slip away from me. What can these words do? What can I do? And then, just like Auden, I write and write, anyway. If it runs away, this craft, my art, it's the only thing I'll ever run after. If it slips, I'll reach out.

And one day, maybe I'll have the answer, but until then I'm going to do something with these words, going to speak, write, listen and spread the word. And act. Act now.

The sun rises.

[zaaraofthesea]

❝We trade in wishes here. What would you let go from your dreams? Tell me, tell me. What would you let go from all that's never happened? For something that could.❞

—zaaraofthesea

[zaaraofthesea]

"I had a dream about you last night and it told me how much I missed something we never even had. Don't haunt me like this. I need to write you out of my lungs now."

— zaaraofthesea

[wordsnquotes]

“The best revenge is to improve yourself.”

— Ali Ibn Abi Talib (via wnq-anonymous)

[zaaraofthesea]

Today, like a lost corner of the universe,

I've been here and there. Stuck on a road with the sun bouncing off the graphite in lakes of white light.

[zaaraofthesea]

People and time are strange.

You might spend years in the proximity of someone and only get to know them on your last day together, or even later. I spent two years in the same batch as V at uni and we never went beyond the occasional “hello” and smile. Our batch is around 400 students and classes take place at two different campuses and not a lot of people turn up always but V and I met at college for an hour a week. We sat in a cramped round table-like fashion, twenty of us in a small room discussing the most profound things and yet we all went our own ways after that hour.

After our last day of college, I was going through whatsapp stories, for once, mainly collecting any pictures I was part of and I saw V had posted a bunch of Dean Winchester pics and you know that feeling you have when you see someone from your own fandom. I didn’t even realize when I sent a heart-eyes emoji. (The power of Dean Winchester, everyone).

Long story short, we now talk every day. No, no, you don’t understand, all we do is talk about Dean, Sam, Misha, Destiel and we trade our stories, our favourite episodes and each time it just makes me realize people are so wonderful when they talk about something they like.

We are currently discussing how “Dean deserves better” but then so is everyone else.

[caffeinewitchcraft]

Some days I want to write characters losing faith and then finding it again. Some days I want to write beautiful stories filled with magical imagery and nostalgia. Some days I want to write the feeling of teeth in flesh, of claws against fists, of anger against fury.

Then some days I want to write a character who’s Extremely Suspicious of a random sock they found under the couch that’s probably not theirs.

[on-poetry]

“It’s life that matters, nothing but life–the process of discovering, the everlasting and perpetual process, not the discovery itself, at all.”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot 

[zaaraofthesea]

"But most days, home was knocked doors left closed."

— zaaraofthesea

[vildflower]

“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.”

— William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar (via books-n-quotes)