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A. Gray

Video 30 Aug 91,217 notes
Video 27 Aug 39,539 notes

luminoussea:

“My mother boils seawater. It sits all afternoon simmering on the stovetop, almost two gallons in a big soup pot. The windows steam up and the house smells like a storm. In the evening, a crust of salt is all that’s left at the bottom of the pot. My mother scrapes it out with a spoon. We each lick a fingertip and dip them in the salt and it’s softer than you’d think, less like sand and more like snow. We lay our fingertips on our tongues, right in the middle. It tastes like salt but like something else, too—wide, and dark. It tastes like drowning, or like falling asleep on the shore and only waking up when the tide has come up to your feet and you wonder if you’d gone on sleeping, would you have sunk?”

The Alchemy: Salt from Water

via Soliloquy.
Text 27 Aug 4 notes Oh gee, romance again, go figure

What I want:
I want you to pick me up by my waist
And swing me around
I want you to try something because of me
Think of me because of something
And always give me credit were credit is due.
I want you to look into my eyes when you sing to me
I want you to follow me gently when I run with walls up, when I run with eyes closed
I want you to always talk to me like you’re so interested in my opinion
Always smile at me like you’re happy I’m here
Like you’re surprised I exist
I exist
I’ve been here long before you
I’ve been earth and quake
I’ve been still and I’ve been tornado
The glaciers know my true name and you never will
One day you will be gone
But I will still be here
And I will know
And I will love
Still
But what I want from you
Is fire
What I want from you
Is wild
What I want from you
Is tender
Is healing
Is laughter
Is song
Is touch
Is feeling
Is creating
Is going
Is thriving
So on and on and on
Take me night swimming
Kiss the bio luminescence from my skin
Lightening bug lips
Let’s hold cliches in one hand
And the knowledge that there’s never been a pair like us in the other
You are balanced scales
I am head first and heart full
Please, let me get what I want this time

Photo 26 Aug 187,277 notes chanel-pale:


fakinq-glory:

whorchacha:

fakinq-glory:

today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.

steph you’re all over my dash

literally posted this 2.5 seconds ago wow

this is so amazing

chanel-pale:

fakinq-glory:

whorchacha:

fakinq-glory:

today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.

steph you’re all over my dash

literally posted this 2.5 seconds ago wow

this is so amazing

Quote 25 Aug 1,706 notes
kiss me a little:
the air
darkens and is alive –
o live with me in the fewness of
these colours;
— e. e. cummings, from “XLVIII,” E. E. Cummings: Complete Poems, 1904-1962 (Liveright, 1994)

(Source: litverve)

Video 17 Aug 60,028 notes

maxkirin:

Neil Gaiman’s 8 Rules of Writing, a remake of this post. Source.

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Quote 16 Aug 1,128 notes
The hard part of writing isn’t scribbling words on a page. The hard part is scribbling words that mean something, that make sense, that build a narrative or lay out an argument, that construct a scene or articulate a position. It’s not about how many pages you can cover with ink in a day. In some cases, a good day’s work might be a couple of good paragraphs. But if those two paragraphs are right, then they’re a lot more valuable than ten or twenty pages of idle burbling.
Quote 15 Aug 19,521 notes
Love isn’t soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.
— Stephen King (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(Source: wordsthat-speak)

Quote 15 Aug 33,916 notes
I mean, I hope you’re happy,
But the sky is still the sky without you,
And I’m not surprised by that anymore.
— Caitlyn Siehl, from This is Not a Love Poem (via ranjhana)

(Source: pukesplatter)

Photo 12 Aug 69 notes macedonianmess:

And I, A wolf, Fend To leave and be left, Cathartic

macedonianmess:

And I,
A wolf,
Fend
To leave and be left,
Cathartic


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