I would never understand people who have money and yet don't spend it on cute stationery and expensive gorgeous art supplies. All of this money but colorless priorities.
dream•er
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A person who loves and prefers to live in the fictional world with witches/wizards than muggles
My type of love is "it's rotten work." "Not to me. Not if it's you." I'll settle for that and nothing less thank you very much
Imagine rending a book and in the last chapter, on the last page you read this one line which changes everything! You realize all this time you've been reading this book from the villain's point of view, all this time you have been supporting the villain. That is how a writer manipulates the readers.
There is nothing solace than sitting near the window with a hot cup of coffee on rainy days.
“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there.”
~rumi
‘hey i haven’t talked to you in five weeks but we’re still best pals’: a story about me and human interaction.
the worst thing that i ever did was what i did to you
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the only thing i wanna do is make it up to you
-“betty”, taylor swift
Black bullet
Two souls
Stopped by people watching movements and questioning the existence of our bodies in the open society
I whisper into your ear —
Soaring sun
Slow movements
The sun is waiting to burn
Just like the matches in the box
Once you light em up
They don’t stop
They keep soaring so high
Like no one else is there in the sky —
You clench as move along with me when I say the words and are astonished by what slipped out of my mouth . And there goes the sun , bright — just like how I knew you would once I light the match in you
We don’t stop , we defy and just move like the rays of the sun — bright and fast at our own pace and I keep telling the pages of the past
And you say I have no idea how amazing a book will turn out if I chose to write
And I say nothing but just ordinary
And those words slip
Letters , letters of doom and existence— you demand them be written for you.
There’s a silence , a comforting one
And when I look up and see the sun
I Am in joy and see the joy in you
Peace
It is what it was
- mon
Tbh I wrote this as soon as I woke up and this piece no matter how much out of order or it makes no sense to anyone else as each line may seem not connected With each other . This piece is my whole heart. And I’m at peace and joy at the very moment , I am in pain and sadness but in joy too. It’s beautiful and this is close to my heart
Does anyone else have dreams that are so real ? Like so real you felt their skin in the palm of your hand when you held their face.
—i stare at my wall clock as it turns from six to seven then to eight, i haven't slept. i haven't slept properly since i was twelve. it seems like a mundane day, it's windy, there are black clouds all over it may rain. rain reminds me of him and there's a deep ache in my heart, a forever longing. every story has that one part which is disturbing.
