random thoughts, snippets of creative writing, and miscellaneous laments.
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So if love is nothing more than just a waste of your time. Waste it on me
under a clear sky, a wrought-iron spiral staircase runs down from an attic, every step covered in snow
it need not be about how much you talk about it
this is the first time i can say i love you and not need anything from you other than your space and time. i adore your face and i adore the soul you are. i pra...
Just do it. Just write your book. Think of it as a warmup for your next book. And your next. And your next. You have only one way to go—to get better as you pra...
i carry your heart.
Perfect and complete beauty, is everywhere present in and as everything.
Time passes. And we evolve away from each other only to return again and again.
I Google your name when I wake in the early hours of the morning full of desire.
I Google your name when I'm having a bad day and just want to see a familiar fa...
blessings. immeasurable blessings are coming your way.
which story would you wish not to be a part of
the god who gets to say it is done
Write first thing in the morning, before the world interrupts you.
There’ll always be renewal and healing no matter what the circumstances are. Life is filled with definite endings, as if there’s always something dying or being...
i don’t have time for senseless conversations
my minds been in a maze and i’m pacing
back and forth between thoughts
don’t care about the present you brought
Lately, I prefer meeting up with strangers
Rather than seeing old time friends
‘Cause instead of being judged on past behaviour
They allow me for being just th...
the soul-crushing thing it took so long not to want
This is me
Doing the best that I can.
Peace like this is hard to find.
So breathe it in.
I am not gonna write down my dream anymore, can't watch it while it's fading away.
Dedicate yourself to doing something you love. You can’t fail at it because doing it will make you happy.
if we forget ourselves
book a flight
I don’t even know anymore, anything about anything.
To be wanted and to be loved, knowing these things are not, may be, may never be