CAST The Sails And Reel The Anchors

KNITTED2

Boy you are caught in the threads of your own 

Thoughts. 

You can’t break through, no. 

You trip and stumble over these knitted paths, 

They lead you somewhere dark- somewhere distant. 

You’ve fallen down the rabbit hole with only the 

String as rope to get you out. 

You try to reach, but do you really? 

Excuses excuses are all that’s ever heard. 

Your ball of yarn is lost and you can’t even get out 

Of bed. 

you know you really love someone,

when you don't hate them for breaking your heart

Reading a book that was released more than five years ago and coming here on Tumblr to talk about it is like coming to the party so late that you missed even the after-party of said party and now everything that's left are a few fanarts you stumble upon by almost lucky accident and someone tumbleweeds of posts long forgotten.

reading a book is not enough i need to embroider the words on my lungs

Just a girl, wrapped in a blanket, with the wind whistling and the rain storming outside, doing her research for her thesis, in a paratextual friendship with twenty-years-old Mary Shelley she will never know about because we are two centuries apart

Regrets from a princess,

Or a knight

Let’s call it a night.

My heart beckons me to your every call.

It races, it leaps, frolicking in some poisonous daises.

Why doesn’t it know any better?

Each day is a lesson learned

Each day is a prayer earned.

My hatred for syrup is the same as my feelings- a sticky situation that i can’t get myself out of.

I want to cry

And i cry.

I’m angry

Again.

I’m let down

Again

I lost every friendship I ever had and it still hurts.

1. Finneas O’Connell / 2. Ocean Vuong / 3. adampvrrish / 4. Otessa Moshfegh / 5. Fairycosmos / 6. Richard Siken / 7. frenchtoastlesbian

“The bottom line is this: You write in order to change the world, knowing perfectly well that you probably can’t, but also knowing that literature is indispensable to the world. The world changes according to the way people see it, and if you alter, even by a millimeter, the way people look at reality, then you can change it…If there is no moral question, there is no reason to write. I’m an old-fashioned writer and, despite the odds, I want to change the world”

— James Baldwin

To have met you was not a careful thing,

Neither graceful nor patient,

And we definitely didn’t know what we were

Getting ourselves into.

All we know is happiness,

Your presence, and essence scream joy.

You are my warm kindred spirit,

My daring bog creature,

My knight in shining armor

Your lips do wonders

The words that flow from your lips are always spoken with such a passion that makes the angels jealous

When i close my eyes, i can still feel you on my skin

What a blessing you are

From all the prayers I’ve prayed, to be met with your gaze,

My heart won’t stop

Racing

My hands never forgiving,

To let you go is always hard

But to see you once more, i thank the very car you drove in.

I believe there’s more than one soulmate for everyone,

Ten fingers and ten toes

I believe I met one of my soulmates

I believe it from the way he likes my nose

However, it is not our time

We know that is just the way it goes,

Writing letters of love in the dark

Vowing to save our bond for another day