poem of thanks

Thank you for not letting go of me when you had the chance. Thank you for holding on to all the memories and for seeing through me for who I really am. Thank you for being you and always being there for me. Thank you for everything.
—  Poets Love Her

This has been something Ive wanted to do for a long time. It’s a lot scarier and stressful than I thought it would be. I am still terrified and second guessing everything about this thing… But to hold this in my hands is worth it. Ive been writing since I was five years old and this is a dream come true. There will be more to come, thank you all for your support.

My book is out! 🍻Please spread the word if you don’t mind! Thank you guys again for putting up with all my blogging about it. I can’t thank you enough. And to the people who pushed me when I literally was about to call the entire thing off, you mean the world to me (you know who you are) 😘

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Natasha and Elise’s pics from the carmilla movie set inspired me to write a 5 minute poem using “I should have kissed you here” as the first and last line. Thanks @natvanlis for sharing and giving another artist some inspiration. And thanks to the soul who originally carved it. I feel it on a spiritual level.

things i am still learning part iii:

love isnt love if it’s not unconditional. don’t let anyone pick and choose which qualities you should keep and which habits you should discard. the words “i love you” should never be followed by the word “but,” and if they can’t handle your hurricane nights they don’t deserve your warm breeze days.

sometimes you need to be awful. be dirty, filthy, cruel. burn photos like you used to in high school. smoke cigarettes in his sweater because he always hated the smell. you can decide if you want to wash it before you give it back. you can decide how far to take it.

be reckless if it makes you feel more alive. adrenaline rushes are so commonly sought after, and you’ll never understand why until you feel your heart gasping for air.

prove yourself right. if you have any small reason not to completely trust someone, chances are you’re onto something. don’t let anyone have your trust if they don’t deserve it.

don’t waste your time on anyone who won’t spend their time with you. if he’s always hours late, if he cancels to be with others, if he isn’t willing to call you on the phone every so often just to talk, break all the clocks in your bedroom. smash the watch you’ve kept since you were a kid. it’s just not worth it.

if he calls you crazy for asking questions, you already guessed the answer. leave. and don’t you dare go back.

I am not just a woman
nor am I long hair and smooth skin
I am a flame
that cannot be extinguished
I am a boulder
that never stops gaining momentum
I am courage and strength and love
and I refuse to be stopped.
—  Shelby Leigh
She talks about him all the time. Not because she’s still in love with him but because he’s the person that she’s most grateful for. Thanks to their relationship, she managed to pick up the broken pieces of her heart and create something stronger, something greater and more beautiful. He shattered her but this let her see her true potential.
—  Some people are eternally hateful, I’m eternally grateful - Jess Amelia
I will never be able to repay you for being on my side through everything, and when I say everything I really mean everything, even when you are ready to walk away from me. You have only shown me how strong value you have.
—  Poets Love Her
After the heartbreak, I promised to never be that girl again.
I fulfilled the cliche-
I cut my hair short.
Something to mark a new beginning.
I got a tattoo with no real significance.
Most things in life don’t make sense anyways.
I moved further away from my parents and it was more than a metaphor.
I’ve learned that life is harder without the people who love you and returned to sleep in the bed that held me far longer than you ever did.
I don’t miss you anymore.
You still act weird around me, sit in the corner of a room and pretend that I do not exist.
Some days it feels as if I don’t.
There is no one here to love me like I deserve to be loved.
My voice is still not loud enough to be heard over all the background noise.
My friends are fixated on superficial things.
A love that doesn’t last.
A party last weekend where they fooled themselves into thinking alcohol tastes better when you are hurting and fell asleep on the couch of a stranger.
This is a measurement of how much ache we fail to acknowledge.
How many things we kick underneath our doormats just to prove that there is a way to keep moving forward.
If there is a way to keep moving forward,
for me, it has never looked like this.
Thank you for putting up with me and my problems.
—  Poets Love Her

anonymous asked:

Okay but Consider This: Lance....... loving himself................... and actually feeling like he's good enough.... like he really does deserve to be part of this team...... Yiss

now this is a concept i can get behind,,
imagine: Lance being happy and secure in his role as a fundamental part of Voltron. He knows no one wants him gone and that he’s an exceptional asset to the team, besides being a delight to be around, also because all of his friends keep telling him in backhanded compliments and praises. “Nice shot,” Keith calls into the comms, and Lance can feel the smile in his words as the others whoop in agreement. He grins and pumps his fist in the air, dodging another ship coming his way only to turn back and bullseye it with an ice ray. In the castle hangar, Shiro pats his shoulder amicably and says “Good job out there, Lance” to which he replies with a snarky one liner on the gist of “I kinda missed the smell of galra’s kicked butts.” Everyone laughs genuinely, and Lance is still grinning as he takes a long, hot shower, humming some indistinguishable pop song to himself under the spray.

He still misses home, but the hollowness it leaves in his ribcage is filled with weird altean game nights and the feeling of belonging to a new mismatched family. They’re doing this together, for better or worse. And when they’ll have saved the universe and come back to earth, he’ll have cool scars and amazing stories to tell. Maybe he’ll write a book and they’ll get an apartment all together, maybe he’ll be able to tell his mom that he’s fallen for an unruly boy with a mullet and a heart of gold, that they want to get a dog and adopt children. He’ll bring alien stuff to his nephews only to see their eyes light up in awe, their little faces rapt in wonder as he recounts the tale of the salvation of humanity and everything beyond. He’ll tell them that he was there, with the bravest companions he could ever desire, and they fought back to back by the skin of their teeth against a tyrant with a will as strong as steel. He’ll tell them how he saw cities crumble and raise from the ashes, a testimony of just how strenuous is the instinct in all living beings to keep fighting for good. He’ll tell them, at last, how the light will always shine brighter in the darkness, and that there is always hope for a better future.

There are a lot of things that he didn’t know at first, and even more that he still doesn’t. The road is long, and bumpy, but he’s ready to learn, and see where it takes him.

That night, as he laughs at something Hunk said, Keith entwines their fingers under the table and squeezes gently. One thing, he definitely knows. Lance squeezes back, and knows that they’ll be okay.

WHAT FLOWS THROUGH YOUR VEINS?
the blood of a giant. she slumbers under a mountain and as the rock crumbles she sighs in her sleep, pulling dirt closer like a living blanket, she breathes in earth like oxygen, safe, safe while she sleeps.

WHAT FLOWS THROUGH YOUR VEINS?
starlight. rivers of it, shifting liquid starlight drawn from the sky into my skin, there is starlight in these arteries, thick like glue, a shade of purple mixed from glitter paint and day old bruises.

WHAT FLOWS THROUGH YOUR VEINS?
salt water from the sea. yes my body ebbs and flows with the tide, and it stings like salt, like teeth sinking in against an open wound but salt is a natural antiseptic and as much as it hurts in the short term, in the long term this ocean is pure.

WHAT FLOWS THROUGH YOUR VEINS?
it may be easier to ask me what doesn’t. i carry more than the world with each heartbeat, from the earth to the sky to the seas; inside me is legion.  


l.s. | what flows through your veins? © 2017 

i have this friend who i dont really talk to much everyday besides a hello and a smile and occasional conversations but every time i’m sad i text him and ask him to tell me something good and he always responds right away, no matter what time, with the purest, simple things like, “today i was thankful for my cat because we cuddled for an hour.” or “i saw the prettiest flowers.” and it’s just really sweet and he told me every day to look for the pretty things, the good things, things that make me happy and to write them down and read them every night so i could be reminded of the good around me. and i just think that that is so important and he reminded me of all the good things life has and he is so absolutely right and just too precious for earth.