I read between the lines when I can't write.!!๐ถ
Ok no offense, but some of us *looks pointedly at self in mirror* need to fucking chill
f. scott fitzgerald / friedrich nietzsche / florence and the machine /ย andrea dworkin / kiersten white / euripides / audre lorde / phillip pullmann / bob hicok
LIGHTS AND SHADES
All the Polaroids
Once lit with fairy lights,
Now stay in a box,
With not a ray of light.
Love,
just like photos, will surely fade
So I pulled up my walls
And hide behind it's shade.
(29.10.20)
Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus: First Part (XXV) (tr. J.B. Leishman)
And in the centers...
Reblog, Reblog, Reblog , cause I love this thread!!! ๐๐
Every single odd number has an โeโ in it.
the books Iโve read all make up the tiny pieces of my soul; to read them is to read into my heart
ENCHANTED ๐ซ
My past took me for granted
Then you held my hand and enchanted.
I realised magic isn't about pixie dust
But in the heart of people we trust.
(04.11.20)
SCRIBBLE AND SCRATCH
With a cup of tea, a pen, and my book
I sat to write at my favorite nook.
Head filled with voices trying to get out,
And a heart humming with tunes of doubt.
I scribble, and scratch then my words fade,
As I suppress the thoughts that make me afraid.
So I go back to the books that give me relief.
To find my answers within someone else's grief.
There are many problems within these books.
And in that world, solutions aren't mine to look
Within worn-out, annotated, and yellow pages,
I forget my fright as I did for ages.
Soon I'm drawn back to my nook
Holding on to empty pages of the notebook
I scribble, and scratch but the words don't fade
For I've let my thoughts out of its shade.