I don’t want to live my life the way I’m living it. I don’t just want to go through the motions and then die. I want to start working on my dreams. I’m sick of my life the way it is. I want to make something more of myself. What’s so bad with dreaming? I’m a dreamer, I love to dream. But I don’t want to see them go by me. I don’t want to live life on the sidelines. From now on, I’m going to try to change.

#hope  #dreams  #live  #breathe  

GUYSGUYSGUYSTHIS IS HUGE FOR ME PLEASE

kawaiinchesters:

ciel-dog-phantomhive:

edwardisacornball:

forgottenwinterfrost:

MY MOM SAID IF THIS GETS 500,000 NOTES SHE WILL FINALLY CALL ME “KHYLE” AND REFER TO ME AS HER SON PLEASE THIS IS A HUGE STEP FOR ME AND HER

This is still important, right guys? I think so. 

This isn’t just a fluffy chicken thing…..,someone wants there mother to accept them……this is fuking huge

guys c’mon how does this not have more notes?! LETS MAKE THIS HAPPEN

(via awkward-but-awesome)

I wish I could go to the doctor and figure out that I have 5 stage of some kind of incurable cancer and I only had a month to live. 

#sorry if this offends anyone  #stressed  

You Are More

You are so much more than the words I’ve been searching for in the dark nights I spend alone in bed,
Head swirling and full of thoughts and words and sounds,
(Too busy to even try and sleep)

But nothing has been able to capture the brightness of your eyes or the far off look you get all too often;
It makes me wonder what goes on inside your head,
And it makes me see things that aren’t there.
Because I see a dark thats hard to create.
Different.
You aren’t the cerebral being that has slowly died inside like me.
You are weather-beaten and humble and alive inside from all your defects showing their side.

Impossible, a paradox, fascinating and paralyzing and too much to comprehend so you just try all the more.
Inside of you there is an infinite amount of possibilities I feel forbidden to explore,

Like a cave in the dark, that is screaming at you to not go in, but gnaws at your mind when you leave it be.
You are the sea before a storm and the calm that follows;

The rough and choppy grey that shoves the tides down on the shore,

The tinted silver I’ve learned to hold on to dearly.
You are even more than I could imagine-
You are the sun setting after the winter storm
And the clouds holding in their sorrowful tears long enough to let it sink;
You are the bright brown of my sister’s eyes,
The light twinkling behind them left over from when she laughed for the sake of it
And she was free and the storm was gone,

You are still more.
You are the purpose I could never find in life,

The vast emptiness that continues to paralyze me:

Always coming,

Raging and tame.

You are the belief I see in a sinner’s prayers;
The imperfection in a handmade creation,

Passionate and secretive, the mark of something to come soon.
You are the hope of a better tomorrow in a beggar’s dream,

The calm I can never quite reach on a sleepless night,

And the dark that assumes a face when you can’t think straight.
You’re the soul hidden in the wild beast,

The fatal flaws in us all.

You are the moment when the sky bends and the second it falls,
You are the wood in an untouched forest;
So ancient and forgotten and better left alone.

(So why do we reach out to touch it?)

You are the wind that breathes life into me on when I have none left.
Down the deep forest path into the river

You are the drownings that occurred there.

Something broken and crooked, searching wildly for a way to live without vitals.
You’re the dark I see at night and the light I see in newborns,

In the way they smile without knowing, the first laugh they let escape;

You are more.

You are the star’s light in the middle of the night when I am lost and alone again.

You are broken and terrible and the reason they say there is no God.

You are the reason I say that tomorrow will come and you are the faith I’m slowly losing.

[#selfreflection]

#selfreflection  #poetry  #spilled ink  #challenge  #silhouetteofapocketedindividual  #submit  #submission  

And Oh, I Meant To.

You really have no idea how much you mean to me-
How much I really like you.
It’s not romantic, but i wouldn’t mind my face up against yours..
You don’t know because I don’t know how to go about telling you
And oh, I mean[t] to.
Maybe I won’t ever,
And maybe you’ll figure it out on your own time,
A long ways from now,
Or in two days’ time.
With any luck you’ll know,
And I won’t ruin it like I always do.
But here is my heart,
Keep it safe for me,
Please,
I can’t care for it they way I want you to.

[#inkandpaperregrets]
… Mine hasn’t even happened yet.

#inkandpaperregets  #poetry  #spilled ink  #challenge  #silhouetteofapocketedindividual  #submission  

#griev  

evanescentroses:

If you have any information regarding Caroline (seasmilk) please contact me immediately. She is suicidal and I am on the phone with the police

(via johnnypitt)

I am the sky now; I am the wind playing through your heart strings. I know you’ll hear me in the ocean cry, and feel my kiss in the sun beams.  I am truly invincible now. Do not cry, I will only wash it away with rain. I am free and so are you.

#prose  #spilled ink  #rejectscorner  #burningmuse  #poetry  

I’m about at that point of giving up.

#notworthit  

Sometimes, I’m so in love I can’t breathe. Everything I look at, hear, smell, feel… Breathing isn’t important at those times. It’s loving everything just the way it is. 

It always moves on though. 

I remember I asking in a dream, just a little while ago, if we go back to the past when we die. Can we live in those days again. I want to go back to those moments and pause in them. Why do things end? So others can begin. 

#thoughts  #late night  #drugs  #alone  

I do not want the ticking of the clock to tell me how the ticking of my feet should go. 

I want the ticking of my heart to lead me away from time. 

#quote  #prose  #poetry  #truth  #idk what this is  #creative writing  #rejectscorner  #spilled ink  

Here’s a reflect, on me. So a self reflect. A reflection of self. 

It’s early in the morning and I have not slept. I am everything and I am nothing. 

I never want to sleep again. I never want to wake up again. 

It’s strange to be human and to feel complicated emotions that choke me, but it’s even stranger to be nothing. I cannot even imagine that. I tried to once. A book once told me that if you lay down and imagine a big eraser taking you, the mistake, out of the mix of things, then you can be nothing for a while. 

So I tried. I laid in my bed and imagined one of those big erasers moving over my legs, and I tried to get rid of my legs. It didn’t work. I started to slip into sleep and enter the dream world, where everything exists, and there is no such thing as ‘nothing.’ 

I recently asked my uncle in a dream if that when I die, will I live in the past again? He said that sometimes that happens to him. He gets on the bus and misses his stop. I didn’t push the issue. 

I wonder what we really tell time by, the ticks of the clock or the ticks or our hearts? Maybe we don’t realize the right answer until it’s too late. 

I want everything; I want nothing.

Why do I always feel so torn? I’m two extremes, but there’s not middle to connect it. I don’t know how this is possible, but it is. 

I want to be water, or perhaps fire. 

I want to be both. 

#stream of conscious  #selfreflection  

Another Challenge

Hey guys, if you are bored and need writing ideas, I got one for you. Do some kind of examination of someone; it could be yourself, someone you know, someone you don’t know, someone that doesn’t even exist. Put it in a poem, a story, anything you like. Tag it as #selfreflection and I’ll reblog it. Love you lots. 

#challenge  #writing  #prompt  #prompts  #poetry  #spilled ink  #burrningmuse  #burningwords  #creative writing  #selfreflection