Twenty Six Scribbles

I have always wanted to be a poem, but they told me that the closest I can get is poet, so I am trying to become one of those instead. You are looking at my best attempt.

August 21, 2014 4:08 pm
"

This is how you lose her.

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets.

You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

She remembers when you forget.

You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn her.

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her.

"

Junot Diaz, This is How You Lose Her (via golden-notes)

(via msfrannyglass)

August 20, 2014 9:51 pm
"I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me. Like the bodiless heads you see sometimes in circus sideshows, it is as though I have been surrounded by mirrors of hard, distorting glass. When they approach me they see only my surroundings, themselves or figments of their imagination, indeed, everything and anything except me."

Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man (via feellng)

(via aseriesofnouns)

9:32 pm
"You made me ok with my scars. That’s not to say I’m proud, but now I’m able to accept that who I was is not who I am, that I’m always growing and changing. You showed me that each new red line that fades out to white does not make me a monster, and that the blood I lose does not create more oceans between us. There’s no glory in self-destruction, but you made me see that there’s no shame in it either. Right now your tongue is the only blade I want to run across my skin. You draw love, where the others all drew blood."

giraffevader - I am not the damage I show the world (via verrloren-reblogs)

(Source: giraffevader, via verrloren-reblogs)

5:04 pm
"I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough."

I have become rather fearful I suppose.  (via dollpoetry)

(via fluent-in-lesbianism)

2:18 pm

inkskinned:

idk man it just makes me so so so sad when you’re watching a cutiepie talk about their passion like when they light up and start bubbling over with words and then all of a sudden they stop themselves and say stuff like “sorry, i know this is boring” or “sorry i just got excited”

like you know somewhere in their life someone they respected told them “shut up nobody cares” and ever since they can’t talk about their favorite things without apologizing every 5 seconds

(via marilynde)

August 19, 2014 9:32 am
"‎later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered
where does it hurt?

it answered
everywhere
everywhere
everywhere.
"

Warsan Shire (via petrichour)
9:31 am
"The sun is perfect and you woke this morning. You have enough language in your mouth to be understood. You have a name, and someone wants to call it. Five fingers on your hand and someone wants to hold it. If we just start there, every beautiful thing that has and will ever exist is possible. If we start there, everything, for a moment, is right in the world."

Warsan Shire (via jodyphamdraws)
August 18, 2014 10:00 pm
"I think a lot of art is trying to make someone love you."

Keaton Henson (via bornreadygeneration)

(via bornreadygeneration)

11:45 am
"You are allowed to be alive. You are allowed to be somebody different. You are allowed to not say goodbye to anybody or explain a single thing to anyone, ever."

Augusten Burroughs   (via feellng)
11:12 am
"I accept chaos, I’m not sure whether it accepts me."

Bob Dylan (via minuty)