in six days

I’m one year older

learned of worlds yet none the wiser

kissed words to life and lips not once

but young blood runs my veins to pieces

since I became my god and priestess

Do you think one can, possessing next to no life experience, write a good novel? Your best novels all seem to have grown organically from people you’ve met and loved, sights you’ve seen, events that both formed and informed you. I’m 23, I’ve never had a friend, I’ve never been or belonged anywhere, and I’ve never taught anything to anyone. I strongly feel I’ve nothing of worth to tell, that everything I write rings hollow with bitterness and resentment I don’t wish to reflect on others.

neil-gaiman:

Then go and live for a bit. Get your heart broken, lose a job or two, see the world. And don’t stop writing.

mohtz:

the edge of another summer

twitter / ig / prints

Source: mohtz

one day, you will have to explain. you will have to look at them and mumble an apology to calm the hurt that makes their voice tremble, because who are you to not believe their feelings? how can you scoff after the word love leaves their mouth? and you’ll stand there looking at your feet the sky the trees anything but their face, and you’ll have to find a way of saying that you don’t take them for a liar but that your disbelief of love settling against your skin takes them for one.

Source: lovelivelyhood

Source: anue

Source: doriimer

Calling someone a flower name because they’re pretty: boooring.

Calling someone a flower name because they absorb deadly star rays to expand in size and expel a substance that would likely be lethal to most alien life forms: photosyNTHEXCITING.

Grey and lovely and my new home. Hi, London, my dear, what have you got waiting for me?

captainsmolboy:

the drawings on this one are really shit, but I’m tired and I have school… please be nice I’m super self conscious lmao

so uh yeah, another BPD/my feelings comic. ok to reblog for anyone, whether you can relate or just find it pretty.