I am a storyteller: student, actress, poet. Here I write, and collect inspiration. Unless it's cited or in quotations, I wrote it.

Apr 21, 2014 / 168 notes

The early 20’s: a haiku

the-leap:

My checking account

is in the single digits

but my heart is full. 

(via have--not)

swamped:

Image credits: Melinda Chan
Apr 21, 2014 / 1,547 notes

swamped:

Image credits: Melinda Chan

(via angelaallison)

On death

I.


Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,
And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?
The transient pleasures as a vision seem,
And yet we think the greatest pain’s to die.

II.


How strange it is that man on earth should roam,
And lead a life of woe, but not forsake
His rugged path; nor dare he view alone
His future doom which is but to awake.

John Keats
Apr 20, 2014
poemsofthequiet:

the fam
Apr 20, 2014 / 28,589 notes

poemsofthequiet:

the fam

Consider that you radiate. At all times. Consider that what you’re feeling right now is rippling outward into a field of is-ness that anyone can dip their oar into. You are felt. You are heard. You are seen. If you were not here, the world would be different. Because of your presence, the universe is expanding.
Danielle LaPorte (via wethinkwedream)

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Apr 18, 2014 / 11,898 notes
Apr 17, 2014 / 1 note

The Seams on the Waterwings Broke

when the years linger on 
like salt water on my skin
like my hair that holds the wet in for hours
how can I move forward
dreading off the years
as they cling?

I am drenched in the years
and they cling 
so necessary
to my cheeks and my jowls 
pooling directions of time 
in my joints and my toes and my eyes

whispering 
with mildew breath
do you miss me? how can you forgive
when you don’t want to forget? 
how can you say leave 
when you’ve asked me to stay?

when I’m soaked
and unwilling
god’s has a certain 
rightwiseness
a dejected detective
rightwiseness to withsay

Apr 16, 2014 / 2 notes

this year

there is an ache
in the unknowing
and the all too familiar
I have been in the dark
yet you say it is my youth that prevents me from going there
I think 
rather
that I am still there 
and am trying to get out

April was too lonely a month to spend alone. In April, everyone around me looked happy. People would throw their coats off and enjoy each other’s company in the sunshine—talking, playing catch, holding hands. But I was always by myself.
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via larmoyante)
Apr 16, 2014 / 23,601 notes
Three o’clock in the morning. The soft April night is looking at my windows and caressingly winking at me with its stars. I can’t sleep, I am so happy.
Anton Chekhov, About Love and Other Stories (via larmoyante)
Apr 16, 2014 / 4,238 notes
A flower does not think of competing to the flower next to it. It just blooms.
from Zen Shin Talks  (via thatkindofwoman)

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Apr 16, 2014 / 252,391 notes
I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.
 Sylvia Plath (via handsomepoet)

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lilygirlduh:

witch wife by edna st vincent millay
Apr 14, 2014 / 1,936 notes

lilygirlduh:

witch wife by edna st vincent millay

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