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I haven’t written anything in a while and my heart is taunting me

Wallflower_khaya

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I can relate.

“I thought, possibly, that what I really needed was to go where nobody knew me and start over again, with none of my previous decisions, conversations, or expectations coming with me.”

— Maggie Stiefvater, Forever (via books-n-quotes)

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I feel you.

“i want to live in a world where it’s relatable to be happy and loved instead of sad and broken.”

— shelby leigh (via nothingwithoutwords)

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life happened to me

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Anchor !

Sunny, Sunny anchor!

to the core

to the bone

from beyond

from below

your tone, your tone

ohh Marry

again again 

Sunny, Sunny anchor!

from the core of the bone 

below to beyond.

#fortheloveofpoetry

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WIP Positivity

Repeat after me:

My story is worthwhile

My story has potential

I will finish this Work In Progress

And I will love it no matter what shape, size, or flavour it comes in

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I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things which I dare not confess to my own soul.

Bram Stoker, Dracula (via books-n-quotes)

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We’re all scared most of the time. Life would be lifeless if we weren’t. Be scared, and then jump into that fear. Again and again. Just remember to hold on to yourself while you do it.

Emma Hooper, Etta and Otto and Russell and James (via books-n-quotes)

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What we are and what we are not.

We come as we go

as we go we became us

us is what we became

what we became was not us

we went as we would

as we would we went

where we went we became them

and where they went we followed

followed the root of all misguidance 

all misguided go down that root.

- Khaya

#fortheloveofpoetry

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your lipstick stain is like a work of art

5 seconds of summer

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I don’t know what I’m worth or capable of doing. I spend days in my room, on my own, in bed. I feel sad that life is just passing by. And my family God knows I hate and love them. I’m both happy and sad. And I feel awful for being me. I’m not comfortable in my own skin. I’m not suicidal but I think about traveling down that road.

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I’m better when I’m lonely.

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I want to be a writer is keen to saying I want torture.

Khaya

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“Can you hate someone for what they have done, but still love them for whom they had been?”

— Jodie Picoult, Nineteen Minutes