I guess I’m living the dream right now. After I left my boring office job four months ago, I’ve been spending my time travelling the world. I’ve been to Australia, New Zealand, Germany, Mexico and Amsterdam and am currently planning a trip to Romania and another trip from New York to California. This is what I have wanted to do ever since I can remember, and I now have the perfect job to go alongside it. I don’t have to choose between this job and travelling because I can work whilst travelling.
Originally posted on vinnylanni:
She fell in love with my words. I couldn’t compete. My stories, poetic flow, and ability to ignite emotion in others held her a captive to my craft. My words are my catalyst; the perfect muse to manipulate her mind, make her fall in love, with me; if she only knew of my intentions. The way I can press ink to paper made me worth something. In her world, she saw my beautiful letters in-coherence, stories of love, and fictional tales of our future beyond the page before she spoke real words to me. Poetry can help land a dream girl, a beautiful one too; I’m different; most guys don’t write. And she’ll adore me for my talent, until she realizes, my ink speaks of non-fiction, and I’m more than an emotion-soaked white blue-lined page on the inside.
Originally posted on vinnylanni:
Remember me as I was: blood, bones, insides, and splattered dried-up ink, dripping into a puddle beneath me; words unspoken regrets buried skin deep, my soul creative soul dying to escape.
Originally posted on That Weird Brown Girl:
We have a million different people, with completely different personalities, all living in a thousand different worlds, feeling a spectrum of emotions, uttering countless words ever know to man, all of this, trapped inside our single, seemingly irrelevant, soul. We find it hard to grapple with reality, when the only reality that we know are infused with the makings of our fantasy addled brain, thus rendering the actual world as mundane or just plain boring. We find it hard to be vocal about a good many things, while, at the same time, find it even harder to keep them bottled up, thus, making writing a curiously calm realm, between the comfort of our thoughts, and the scrutiny of others. We fall in love, not with physical appearances, but with the thoughts, words, and feelings of a character, making them seem more real, while the people around us reduce to hallucinations. We strive to bring out the beauty and the terrible truth of something trivial, making it seem like…
Originally posted on A Monologue of the Heart.:
Listen, when the silence speaks It’s not in words that which you seek It lives in the quiet of the dawn And in the sunset once it’s gone It comes uncovered in the night When darkness sets, embracing light Listen, when the silence speaks It’s not in words that which you seek
Originally posted on The Fault in Our Blogs:
Greetings, everyone! So, I’ve decided to take part in #ReadWomen December. This is something I just found out about today, and am very excited about. The gist is that for a month, readers have decided to deck out their reading lists with female authors – some choosing to read female authors only for December, others vowing to include more women writers than they usually read. For more information, the twitter hashtag has been a great resource for me. So in honor of celebrating women’s voices, I thought I’d share some of my favorite books by female authors, as well as a few books on my own #ReadWomen reading list. Recommendations: Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins Lois Lane: Fallout by Gwenda Bond Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell The Bone Season by Samantha Shannon The Snow Child by Eowyn Ivey Everything, Everything by Nicola Yoon Hyperbole and a Half by Allie Brosh The Age of Miracles by Karen Thompson Walker The Glass Castle: A Memoir by…
Originally posted on The CYCLE:
I hate the nights The insomnia The sleepless night I hate the night The lifelessness The inability to control To feel Complete shut down I hate the night I can’t get to her tonight So I hate the night I hate my night Nightshift Nightfall Darkness I hate my night So why tonight Like yester night Same shit befalls Nightmare crawls I hate you night Creepy as fuck Oh great thou night Maybe tomorrow night Maybe never night We are bound to meet So later Night……… I’m Cycle ♥
Originally posted on Coolbeans4:
There’s a chance you may not know who Michael Schur is, and that’s okay. I don’t expect you to. He’s the mastermind behind shows like The Office [US] (writer), Parks And Recreation (creator/producer/writer), and more recently, Brooklyn Nine-Nine (creator/producer). Parks And Rec is one of my favourite shows ever, and so many times, I’ve considered writing a post on why it’s amazing and why you should all watch it right away, but now I have an excuse to do so as I’ve come to terms with the fact that Michael Schur can make anything and I will watch it. He was also an SNL writer for a few years and played Dwight’s cousin Mose in The Office. Though he didn’t make these shows alone, he played a big part in their existence and for that, I am a huge fan! Parks And Recreation was my first Schur watch. I had seen pictures/gifs of the show and had a few days off last December, so I gave it a go and fell in love. It’s…