I want to wrap myself up in
the colours of the world around me -
to blend in. I think I’ve done
enough standing out, being the
stranger in the crowd,
being fierce and loud. I think
I’d like to be small, and
unnoticeable. I’m sorry that
I’m done with being messy, crazy,
all over the place. I’m sorry
that I’m done with being the laughing,
smiling, happy-go-lucky face.
I’m sorry that I’m done being
loveable. Wrap me
up in silence. Unwrap these
street lights and throw me into
the darkness. I think I just
want to be quiet. —quiet //
r.e.s (via
thoughtsintorhymes)
This Is How You Leave Her:
You pack your bags in the middle of the night, burying pictures of the two of you beneath your clothes that smell like her vanilla perfume. You kiss her goodbye in her sleep when she’s whispering a name that isn’t yours. You leave the way you came. Slowly. Quietly. Uninvited. You met her four summers ago, saw her face between the flames and the ocean and you’ve been keeping her warm ever since. Tomorrow morning she will wake to frost on her windowpanes and an ache in her chest that will never go away. This is how you leave her: you ruin her. You tear her open and don’t sew her shut with straight lines or sharp needles. You leave her clawing at the scars you left because it’s the closest thing she has to feeling you beneath her skin. You ruin her grandly. You carve a story into her bones without touching her. You poison her mouth with your name, and when she’s telling her daughter about the first boy to break her heart, your name will be the one that gets stuck in her throat. Your name will be the one she whispers in her sleep when she’s sleeping next to someone new. Your name will be carved into her front porch steps so she has no choice but to get over you every goddamn morning. Your name will burn her throat more than vodka ever could. Her name will make you wonder why you ever left. —This Is How You Leave Her // l.n.h (via
heartofthebitter-mindofapoet)
You don’t write a novel out of sheer pity any more than you blow a safe out of a vague longing to be rich. A certain ruthlessness and a sense of alienation from society is as essential to creative writing as it is to armed robbery. —Nelson Algren
(via
maxkirin)
“Looking after yourself” isn’t always getting up at 6am to run 10 kilometres and then eating kale for breakfast.
Sometimes looking after yourself is as simple as brushing you teeth and washing your hair. Sometimes it just boils down to getting out of bed and changing your knickers.
(even if you do put your three week old pyjamas back on top.) —“Lessons I wish I learnt sooner” R.R-P (wildwritings)
mrshudsonstolemytardis:
Prince Harry and John Barrowman both do a mutual high five/ass slap combo omg
whenyoufind-me:
situpsandfruitcups:
Benefits of big hips:
Laundry basket rest
Yoga pants
Tiny human rest
Full size human rest
Hip checking those who challenge you
Ability to swing them wider than a cadillac
Model walk is 10x more dramatic
Taking up more space
Looking like a fertility goddess
I’m not sure which one of these is my favorite…
