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June 2013

ESN: I’ve been fishing for compliments— really,placing bait at the end of... → esn13.tumblr.com

I’ve been fishing for compliments— really,
placing bait at the end of the line and flinging it
into the pit of everyone’s stomach acid lakes.
I must say, I’ve been doing great;
I always have enough to fall asleep on.
Some days, it’s worse than others though.
Too sweet; too salty; too much; too…

Jun 17, 201332 notes

“Hold me up to the light, read my bright wounds.” —Janet Fitch (via eulum)

Jun 17, 201363 notes

“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over again.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald (via she-talks-to-rainbows)

Jun 17, 201340,845 notes

you promised me flames
but i raised the alarm too soon
and for a long time i was stained
by the smoke you left behind

we are told to want fire
and that we should let it consume us
because that’s what love is
because burning is better
than the darkness it leaves behind

but the night sky is just as dark
as the smoke i ran my fingers through
and though you can’t see them
you know the stars still shine
so i don’t want a fire
and i don’t want your flames
i want a love like the stars

they burn
but at a distance.

Jun 16, 20131 note

#mine #spilled ink #poetry #poem #writing #lit

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Jun 16, 2013164,736 notes

“I’ve had so many names. Old names that only the wind and the trees can pronounce. I am the mountain, the forest and the earth.” —Pan’s Labyrinth (via lunarwisp)

Jun 16, 20132,299 notes

“All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.” —Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via coldflowers)

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Jun 16, 20131,355 notes

hercautionarytales:

I wash myself clean with sonnets
and wear Emily Dickinson
under my clothes. I know about
worlds made more vibrant with words and
pens than with brushes and acrylics.
I sleep with metaphors that feel
more familiar than my own flesh.
And so if you think that I am
broken, don’t. My poetry will
put me back together again.

Jun 16, 201337 notes

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Jun 15, 20131,642 notes

3ridan:

hey fun fact did you know that people are allowed to actually change their opinions on something? i know. take your time.

Jun 15, 201319,532 notes

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skelechitophobia:

ah, a life free from chronic anxiety would be a fucking dream.

Jun 15, 201337 notes

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