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 30, 2014 12:15 am
"I am better than I was.
I will be better than I am."

(140/365) by (DS)

(via mo0nshiner)

August 27, 2014 3:39 pm
"It’s hell writing and it’s hell not writing. The only tolerable state is having just written."

Robert Hass (via victoriousvocabulary)

(via felixdawkins)

1:06 pm
"I have done bad things. I can’t take them back, and they are part of who I am. Most of the time, they seem like the only thing I am."

Veronica Roth, Insurgent (via teenager90s)
8:12 am
"I’m so tired of pulling back my punches. I just want someone who can take all of me, every ounce, and smile the whole damn time."
8:11 am
"Sometimes, I sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside my heart, and truly wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that I am."

Christopher Poindexter (via quotethat)
August 23, 2014 10:48 pm
"In a few days,
a week,
a month —
this won’t matter,
but tonight it feels
like the end of the world,
tonight I feel small enough
to fit inside a thimble
and still have enough room
for entire galaxies of sadness."

(via lucyquin)

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8:01 am
"I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me."

Joshua Graham (via spit-dirty)

(via andsheisalwayswithyounow)

7:55 am
"The sun setting. The lawns on fire.
The lost day, the lost light.
Why do I love what fades?"

Mark Strand, opening strophe to “The Guardian,” from Darker: Poems (Atheneum, 1971)

(Source: apoetreflects, via lifeinpoetry)

August 22, 2014 8:18 pm
"A little talent is a good thing to have if you want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every scar."

Stephen King (via feellng)

(via amaneciera)

8:18 pm
"I spent my life folded between the pages of books.
In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived love and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction."

Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me (via observando)

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