inamorato

"Poetry is in the streets in full living colour."

Index thoughts

overcalm:

The struggle between me wanting to be successful and me wanting to lay in bed 24/7

ask-commanderhanji: “ sixpenceee: “This tree’s reflection was perfect. ” When will my reflection show Who I am Inside ”

"But then it passed, as all things do."

Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed (via youngfolksociety)
nadi-kon: ““You know, ever since we were little, I would get this feeling like… Like I’m floating outside of my body, looking down at myself… And I hate what I see… How I’m acting, the way I sound. And I don’t know how to change it. And I’m so...

"I wanted to be his moon. His light in the darkness. His company in the lonely hour. And for a while I was. But then he met the sun and her radiant halo illuminated his life with colour. Bright and shining. Her warmth sought after more than my company. It was no surprise he chose her, for how can the night sky compare to a sunset?"

memoirsofabrowngirl
(via wnq-writers)

savetherebelleian:

someone: what are your plans for the future?

me:

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