p: writer

Writers aren’t so special, I think. They listen more. They spend their lives looking for stories. They don’t wait for them.
—  That’s the difference
so I will hold onto the pieces of you
that I’ve carefully tucked away.
it hurts to miss you,
but that’s better than letting you go.
—  by shelby leigh
Just Write It

Write a reunion scene. Person A begins immediately sobbing with happy tears upon seeing the other. Except, person B doesn’t remember A at all.

“…the secret of the Great Stories is that they have no secrets. The Great Stories are the ones you have heard and want to hear again. The ones you can enter anywhere and inhabit comfortably. They don’t deceive you with thrills and trick endings. They don’t surprise you with the unforeseen. They are as familiar as the house you live in. Or the smell of your lover’s skin. You know how they end, yet you listen as though you don’t. In the way that although you know that one day you will die, you live as though you won’t.” —Arundhati Roy

I’m finally learning to live with the fact that I will always carry a sadness within me. Even though I have moments where I am happy, moments where I will smile, the sadness will always linger, waiting patiently to surface. A ghost from the past haunting me, a lover that cannot move on.
Open wounds leave trails of bright red.
The flame lick at you hungrily.
Edges of stainless steel become stained.
Old blood, fresh blood.
Pain that can only be defined by thoughts.
Pain only visible when you let it appear.
Your eyes are red too.
You droop like a flower someone forgot to water,
A flower once full of beauty.
Deeper and deeper.
You want to be hurt on the outside because hurting on the inside isn’t valid enough.
—  dying
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Ralph Waldo Emerson (May 25, 1803 – April 27, 1882) 

American essayist, lecturer, and poet who led the transcendentalist movement of the mid-19th century. He was seen as a champion of individualism and a prescient critic of the countervailing pressures of society, and he disseminated his thoughts through dozens of published essays and more than 1,500 public lectures across the United States. (Wikipedia)

From our stacks: Cover and excerpts from The Conduct of Life By Ralph Waldo Emerson. Author’s Edition. London: Smith, Elder, and Co., 1861. 

You made this fearless heart. Have me tiptoeing the edge of sidewalks to practice falling again. One look from you and I wish I’d lose my grip.
— 

It’s better you don’t catch me.

-D.K.

And as the sky bled black and blue, I went inside thinking that maybe we match because I’m the skies before the storm and you’re every beautiful thing that follows the rain.
—  L.A.L. || Maybe We Match

I’m trying to understand.

All these gender roles and gender expectations.

All I feel about it is indifference.

Because I don’t care who wear blue or who wears pink.

I don’t mind if a guy wears a dress or if a girl wears suits.

I don’t judge if a guy likes pop music or a girl likes heavy metal.

I don’t understand why it’s such a big deal when girls decide they don’t want kids.

I don’t understand why boys can’t cry, why it “hurts their masculinity”.

I won’t think a girl is less feminine for swearing if she still identifies as a girl and I won’t think a boy is less masculine for liking fashion if he still identifies as a boy.

I don’t think being a girl and wearing short hair matters or being a boy and wearing long hair matters as long as they are happy with it. As long as it was their choice.

I am still trying to understand why the expectations for boys are different than the expectations for girls.

I am still trying to understand why does being one or the other changes the way people think of you and see you.

We are all human, with flaws and qualities. With personality and feelings and emotions.

What I do, anyone else can do. What I say, anyone else can say. What I think, anyone else can think.

I really don’t get why clothes have a specific gender or why toys do or why anything, even actions do.

For me, none of that matters as long as you are happy and a good person.

A War For The Weak Minded

Her mind was weak,

But her heart was strong,

And when she fought her battles,

She fought beside the sun and the stars,

So that no one could look at her,

As she burned them all to the ground.

When I wake up (idk when that will be).. I’ll be answering my tumblr questions.. creating new things, thinking, writing, more thinking and being honest w. myself.

If you’re not honest with yourself for at least a couple minutes each day then you really have some work to do. on yourself. Remember that the worst thing you can do to yourself no matter how big or small of a situation or blessing it is.. and I mean it could literally be ANY…THING… you have to have inner conversations and mental connections in order to not only let yourself know but your universal self/soul KNOW that you have the capability to let go, forgive and accept. If you’re in the best place you’ve been in months mentally/emotionally, tell yourself “I’m gonna be okay, I’m doing so great, I’m proud of myself.” If you’re afraid of what the future might hold.. it’s also ok to admit that. As long as you’re admitting those things to yourself, you’re giving both your mind and body this sense of tranquillity and trust with knowing that you’re not lying to yourself just for the sake of everyone else’s happiness. Those were simply two common examples but later on I will be writing and posting more; especially mine because I’m going through something that requires mental strength and stability, and has a lot to do with constantly reminding myself that it’s okay to feel the way that I feel right now but I can’t let my past dictate my future. There’s nothing wrong with being so happy that you can’t stop smiling from ear to ear and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with being sad and feeling confused. Your peace of mind matters. Fuck everyone else’s. You come first.
Let that sink in.