“Words Were Different When They Lived Inside Of You.”

the books I’ve read all make up the tiny pieces of my soul; to read them is to read into my heart

if there's anything tumblr has taught me it's that this guy named franz kafka was in agony 365 days a year

writing prompts! all about night edition

hands are cold but feet unmoving, watching magic in the night

I didn’t mean to say it in my head and I didn’t mean to whisper it at night

it’s nearly night, frost creeping in on silent feet

it’s the song of night that draws me in

at night, when I’m alone, I look up and I can see the stars

a lantern far away glimmers and I can run away into the night

take me to a place in the middle of the night when the stars shine brighter as the sky turns slowly lighter

in the coolness of the night, send the shadows into flight

But as I’m walking forward, I’m walking into the night

in the heartland, where the night creeps in solemnly

you bought tomorrow and banished the night

if I ever think about you at night, if I whisper your name so soft

make a little more color in a lightened up night

and the night was upon us as the dark came creeping in, do you remember?

sometimes I dread the night, and feel so bitter

if the night can hold my hand and if the shadows are my friends I guess I’m alright

I can’t see the moon against the brightness of night

waiting for the light to untie night’s strings and the sky to come undone

the night was ebbing in and out like the sea

I am the power, I am the night

the past that haunts and fears that slide around in the back of my brain at night

like the closing of a story, the night rolls across the page

which is more lovely, the night or the day?

late night hurting, fever’s chill, I want a word, I need a will

let me stich your constellations onto the quilt of my night sky

endearments in letters to véra

One day, one rhyme- Day 2485

I could achieve anything, but

I’m scared to begin.

There are insidious whispers

Lurking deep within,

And they speak their snide utterings,

What-ifs and maybes

And possible problem checklists

Will cause me to freeze.

I must flex my resilience,

Fight the fear within,

Because not one thing will happen

Until I begin!

A weak week!

I buried my head in a pillow to bawl

Knees to my chest like a ball

I guess it was the Domino effect

Of being vulnerable, easy to affect

Sometimes my heart twists and wrings

Most often my head hurts and rings

I assure you it's not just a phase

I've tried but the feeling doesn't faze.

No one really saw the signs

Even if it's simple science

At last I cried out aloud

Louder than I was allowed.

(there's something so comforting about homophones. <3)

If this ain't your jam we can't be friends!

“my child is completely fine”

uhh your child listens to achilles come down on repeat while romanticising the beautiful tragedy of death. 

this website lets you listen to the sounds of all different forests around the world 

Therapy can't fix me, I really need an exorcism

Never felt more seen.

"Dark academic?" More like "someone please help me holy shit I can't continue living like this and the only thing keeping me from falling off my rocker is literature."