read.write.wander.
what is there to say. i'm nothing to write home about. i am a pawn trapped in the war, the smell right before it rains. i am just passing through this place; trying to leave my mark in an unmark-able world.

 

After a lengthy stretch of time spent quietly looming in the shadows, you’ll feel like you want the spotlight — until it’s actually on you, then you immediately shrink and remember why you were avoiding attention.

Christopher Hudspeth,
14 Difficulties Of Wanting To Be Outgoing But Having Social Anxiety (via creatingaquietmind)

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christopherpoindexter:

the universe and her, and i #300 written by christopher poindexter

christopherpoindexter:

the universe and her, and i #300 written by christopher poindexter

I am winter, but I wish I was spring.

I used to dream of love, but now I dream of nothing.

I thought I wanted to find you, but now I just want to be found.

I am growing numb to love, when I wish I was warmed by it.

I don’t know anymore.

T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You (via tblaberge)

The prince fought valiantly.
He slayed the dragon.
The princess cried for days.
She loved that dragon.

The stories fairytales don’t tell (via shy-fawn)

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it’s like this:
say there’s a whole room of people and you’re somewhere in the middle of them all.
I walk in and I see you, but you don’t suddenly become the only person in the room. god no. you become the room. you are the room.

Salma Deera, The Room, The Building, Etc.  (via 5000letters)

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You filled me with a wild desire to know everything about life.

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray. (via le-manja)

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