I wanted to tell you about the time when I was six and my teacher asked how I was one a scale of one to ten and I said green because feelings are much more colours than numbers.

I wanted to tell you about the time I was fourteen and out walking and a dog starting following next to me and I felt so un-alone I walked for hours just to stay with him

I wanted to tell you about the time when I was eighteen and my grandmother who hadn’t seen me for four years opened the door and started crying because I looked like my long dead grandfather.

I wanted to tell you about when I was 20 and a girl in a bar told me she loved the taste of scotch off someone else’s lips.

I wanted to tell you about when I was 21 and you slept over and my wind chimes kept waking you up so I sneaked outside and threw them on the ground.

I wanted to tell you about when I was 23 and spending two days alone overseas because I wanted to have an adventure instead of wanting to come back with stories. And how I drove around alone and sat in cafes and on beaches. And at the end of the second day I went to the bar and talked to a bartender. And after two days of speaking to people who could only half speak back I realised words don’t matter and words are everything.

And now I can’t tell you that your color is definitely peach sky just at sunrise. And like that dog I’d walk along next to you just because I could. And seeing you again I understand better why my grandmother was crying. And that kissing you was better than scotch off any lips. And like my windchimes I destroyed myself because I hurt you.

And how it’s like I’ve spent those days alone overseas and then you’ve wandered into that bar and spoken to me natively which is just everything.

" - I wanted to tell you (via chaosoftroubles)

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"And she is the reader
who browses the shelf
and looks for new worlds
but finds herself." - Laura Purdie Salas (via observando)
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I’m in love with this gif. Everything about it. The rain drizzling. The candle flickering. The colors. I love it.

god this is so relaxing

Rather fond of the rain, if I’m to be honest…


and then satan said “here, have feelings”

(Source: unretrieved, via thefuuuucomics)

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"First forget inspiration. Habit is more dependable. Habit will sustain you whether you’re inspired or not. Habit will help you finish and polish your stories. Inspiration won’t. Habit is persistence in practice." - Octavia E. Butler, Bloodchild and Other Stories (via observando)
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"Give. Even when you know you can get nothing back." - Yasmin Mogahed (via cavum)

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Enters school gates.
Me: I want to go home.
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17 years of age. I LOVE: Sports specifically volleyball. music. food. movies. shoes. LIFE. fashion. drama. friends. family. chocolates. vacation. fresh air. sleep. and you ♥