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I'm just your typical above average 20 year old girl who loves poetry, photography and Daniel Radcliffe (a little too much). This was supposed to be a poetry blog, but I just couldn't help it :D



"It's only words, and words are all I have, to take your heart away."



-Beegees



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May 22nd, 2013
Some people are uncomfortable with silences. Not me. I’ve never cared much for call and response. Sometimes I will think of something to say and then I ask myself: is it worth it? And it just isn’t.
Miranda July (via exquisittte)

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May 21st, 2013
Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are ‘It might have been.’
Kurt Vonnegut, Cat’s Cradle (via mynameiscollins)

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I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.
Jonathan Safran Foer  (via johnsteinbeck-)

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May 20th, 2013
It’s not our job to toughen our children up to face a cruel and heartless world. It’s our job to raise children who will make the world a little less cruel and heartless.
L.R. Knost (via creatingaquietmind)

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Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as an escape.
Bell Hooks (via mishproductions)

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May 17th, 2013

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May 15th, 2013

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May 13th, 2013

nevver:

Message to a Graduate

May 10th, 2013

childishnotions:

writing is safer, somehow
because my pen cannot stutter like my lips do,
and words get stuck in throats,
not fingertips, can’t stumble
on paper trails of blue lines
because writing is definite and clear
and no one can tell if i am crying
or laughing
through written words alone 

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May 9th, 2013
A book can teach you, a conversation can assure you, a poem can seduce you, a genius can inspire you but only you can save yourself.
Anthony Anaxagorou  (via liketheopensea)

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So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.
Sylvia Plath (via theonlymagicleftisart)
That’s what dries a writer up (we all dry up. That’s no insult to you in person) not listening. That is where it all comes from. Seeing, listening. You see well enough. But you stop listening. Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt use it—don’t cheat with it.
Ernest Hemingway, from a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald dated 10 May 1934 (via speciousstuff)

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May 5th, 2013
Loneliness does not come from having no people around you, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to you.
Carl Jung (via perfect)

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disgustinghuman: declaringwar: Tidal i would have welcomed you into my lungsbecause what was mine was always yoursand what was yours was never mine

disgustinghuman:

declaringwar:

Tidal

i would have welcomed you into my lungs
because what was mine was always yours
and what was yours was never mine

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