1. theseoverusedwords:

    does anyone ever get in one of those moods where you don’t write for an extended period of time and you question if you ever were a decent writer in the first place and then you start to wonder if everyone was all i guess lying to you or somehow unable to judge it logically and this whole mindset like it literally correlates to your overall self-esteem because if you can’t really do one of the things you’re supposed to be good at then what now

    Actually me now.

    Reblogged from: theseoverusedwords
  2. Good morning, fierce & fearless Friday!

I Long To Be The River is available on www.amazon.com and at House of Prose in Dubai Garden Centre

    Good morning, fierce & fearless Friday!

    I Long To Be The River is available on www.amazon.com and at House of Prose in Dubai Garden Centre

  3. Some girls really don’t come easy, but I hope you know… They’re kinda worth the fight. 😉😘

I Long To Be The River is available at www.amazon.com and at House of Prose in Dubai Garden Center.

    Some girls really don’t come easy, but I hope you know… They’re kinda worth the fight. 😉😘

    I Long To Be The River is available at www.amazon.com and at House of Prose in Dubai Garden Center.

  4. michaelpalin:

    a plus-side to being my friend is that you can come to my house in your pajamas and i will not judge you because i will also be in my pajamas

    thelouisemonique, oh bae look! It’s our life. Literally. LOL.

    Reblogged from: idomythingandyoudoyourthing
  5. I ate the sun rays of the diamond dusk and the surface of the bay that last touched the sky is in the pit of my stomach.
    Danabelle Gutierrez
  6. lotrlockedwhovian:

    kishikaiisei:

    Real friendship is when your friend comes over to your house and then you both just take a nap.

    And/or flop somewhere comfortable and tumble and not talk much except to show each other some stupid thing you found online

    fabchub, I miss you.

    Reblogged from: idomythingandyoudoyourthing
  7. You have my permission not to love me. I am a cathedral of deadbolts, and I would rather burn myself down than change any of the locks.
    Rachel Mckibbens  (via stolenwine)
    Reblogged from: theseoverusedwords
  8. You play along,
    because you want to die for love,
    you always have.
    Richard Siken (via rabbitinthemoon)
    Reblogged from: rustyvoices
  9. When our breasts arrived
    as a kind of currency, we’d tug
    our camisoles low, use
    our newfangled bodies to haggle
    with the ice cream man. The winner
    was the girl who received her chocolate cone
    for free, who sucked on candy cigarettes
    the same way she wore a training bra.
    That summer my pockets grew forests
    of hand-tied maraschino cherry stems:
    tampered evidence that I might one day be worthy
    of kissing. In exchange for rides
    on the handlebars of their bikes,
    we’d let the boys bite
    the beads off our candy
    necklaces until the chokers
    resembled punched out teeth.
    From their slobber, blue and violet
    stained my throat where the sweetness
    had once been, so I suppose,
    Your Honor, I was preparing
    for him.

    Megan Falley "Beginning in an Ice Cream Truck
    and Ending in a Court Room”
    (after Kim Addonizio)

    Reblogged from: alonesomes
  10. And let it never be said that I didn’t warn you. 💋
I Long To Be The River is available on www.amazon.com and at House of Prose in Dubai Garden Centre.

    And let it never be said that I didn’t warn you. 💋

    I Long To Be The River is available on www.amazon.com and at House of Prose in Dubai Garden Centre.

  11. "Whatever you do… Do not let her go." 💏

I Long To Be The River is available on www.amazon.com and at House of Prose in the Dubai Garden Centre

    "Whatever you do… Do not let her go." 💏

    I Long To Be The River is available on www.amazon.com and at House of Prose in the Dubai Garden Centre

  12. And perhaps I’m a Tuesday night and you’re a Wednesday morning the way we’ll never even notice how we blend into each other.
    Danabelle Gutierrez
    I Long To Be The River
  13. 10,000 likes!
I think at some point I should probably log off or something. This can’t be a good thing.

    10,000 likes!

    I think at some point I should probably log off or something. This can’t be a good thing.

  14. It’s fine.


    Maybe you can make it ironic.

    Something that feels like a girl in a short skirt at a party.

    Offending her sensibilities with her own humour.

    Daring you to love her and playing never-to-get.

    Pretend there’s a joke that only her and the people who like the poem know.

    Wink.


    Maybe you can make it angry.

    And tell a story of how how strong your mother was.

    She raised you all on her own.

    Or how drunk your father was.

    Act like you were born on railroad tracks.

    Maybe your father was a train.

    Get someone to play an 808 in the background.


    Maybe you can put it in the middle of the road.

    Pontificate a little.

    Become a vanilla paste of words.

    Don’t say anything really.

    Wonder about the nature of a pen.

    Be clever.


    Maybe you can make it impenetrable.

    Be as vague as possible.

    Slam your fist into a grapefruit and make a kind of growling noise.

    Roll your eyes as soon as someone asks you what it means.

    Snap your fingers to show you don’t understand.

    Wear a beret.


    Maybe you can make it a history lesson.

    Talk about the plants and leaves that grew around you.

    Tell me something about a smell you remember from a kitchen.

    Shock me with some kind brutality either inflicted or received or witnessed.

    Write one of the words in a language I don’t understand.

    Put it in italics.


    Maybe you can make it real sensitive.

    Write words that kiss the skin.

    Make them sound like the space between two drum beats.

    Talk about what it feels like to breathe.

    Or something.

    Who cares.

    Because poetry is the only art form that people naturally expect to be,

    shit.

    So it’s ok to write shit poetry.


    It’s fine.

    Iain S. Thomas, 'Write a Shit Poem' (via soracities)
    Reblogged from: officialiwrotethisforyou
  15. I’m so sexually confused right now.

    Reblogged from: theseoverusedwords
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