That line from "because this is my first life" that goes like - 'Love is a Privilege in Marriage'.
Yea. That line.
“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you
Sometimes I wonder if I should delete this Blog when I get famous. It wouldn't be appropriate for a famous author to have a tumblr, right? What do yall think?
Or i could just go anonymous and this could be wll thats left of me <333
I can't deny it any longer Fireboy and watergirl ARE otp ☺☺
Nature within her Palms
"This one's for the leaves." She says, while squeezing out a warm orange on her thumb.
As she's scraping the dry colour off and onto the canvas, I notice her reach for the trembling, paper thin tube- The lukewarm Green. This paint- no, nature on her hands: it's blooming.
"Weird way to paint, no?" she chuckles.
This barren colour grow's ever so full of life on her tan hands, it could call it home.
She's speaking but god, how I can only stare.
I hope someday, I can, too.
-hana💋
It's offensive how okay I am after everything I've been through💀
Old poetry is such an unexpected GEM
Darling, how I wish I could tell your gentle soul how light flickers atleast twice before it is eternal.
For the most virulent of snakes would spit off their venom to kiss your name, when it is but etched on a rock;- how when timid dark ravens will curl themselves in vines that reach from behind your tomb, would then flaunt their wings spreading life around like scattered glitter.
And the rain would skip you when souls begin to raise their cupped hands crying for water,
For your stubborn petals bloom with tears that are only now salty in your mouth."
Now someone tell me what was going through my mind at 12 years old because clearly there is plot behind this.
me completely by myself in my room: alright everybody just calm down
"I want to rip my skin open and say, "See? I bleed, but I do not bleed red. Is this black you're seeing not enough? Do I have to rip a little more? Just so you believe when I say I'm not doing well?"
— Clementine Von Radics, from Courtney Love Prays to Oregon (via lunamonchtuna)