The beginning
My emotions have declared war on each other.
None of my priorities wil settle for less than first place.
It’s going to be a long night.
2I would cry on your
Offered shoulder,
But the ink stains
Would be impossible
To remove.
Free writing
The problem with free writing isn’t not knowing what to write, it’s not knowing how to stop the tears that follow each stab your pen takes at a notebook that’s paying the price for all your pain.
(Source: whamboombamm, via tearsofapoet)
I have neglected my love,
one of the few things that I still love
in this world.
I have tossed it aside,
and buried it beneath my worries;
hidden it behind distractions.
But tonight, tonight I will pick it up,
dust it off, and pay it
the attention that it deserves.
Tonight, I write.
She’s the girl you’ll find on a park bench, pen behind her ear, another in her hand, jotting down things with great, great concentration, just because coffee shops are loud. She will however be carrying coffee in a travel mug. If you looked inside the mug, you’d notice the coffee was finished – the girl who writes needs caffeine like water.
Date a Girl Who Writes by Effie Sapuridis (via kenyaandcee)
Already, I love you.
Everything about you
Is perfect,
Or should I say,
Unfathomably beautiful?
Writers aren’t exactly people, they’re a whole lot of people trying to be one person.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via marlinspike)
(via arobbie)
Your face is too much
for me to handle.
The perfection, it’s mesmerizing.
I’m falling, toppling
forward at full speed
for a man who cannot,
and will not,
look me in the eye.
Every time you tell me
you love me
my heart shreds
just a bit more.
I know the truth,
and that’s not it.
I walk around with an enormous smile, greeting everyone I see,
and later, my dark, inky emotions spill through
the tips of my fingers onto a screen,
where the only people who know the truth,
will never know me.
These aren’t tears, darling.
This is me
in my liquid form
trying to escape,
because like you,
I can’t stand to be here
any longer.
I follow really talented people…
so, when they follow me back I freak out and squeal like a little girl.
When they “heart” one of my posts I nearly pass out. lol
