kalynroseanne:

Occasionally, I want to cut off all my hair
just to see where my strength really lies
(to prove that I’m more than Samson and you
will not be my Delilah; my enduring weakness)
or maybe dye it very, very dark
So dark that it hides the matchstick flame
burning in my head at all hours of the night
keeping me awake

Occasionally, I wish that I could shake you out of your sleep
and ask you to please just stay up with me
Please, just this once, stop leaving me for dreams
that I have no part in

I’d like to scream right into your radiant face
Not with malice, but in the same way that I scream at the sun
You’re so bright, you’re so bright, YOU’RE SO BRIGHT
and when I walk away from you I enter a room
of shapeless gray; you’ve dimmed it all

Occasionally, I am an hourglass broken on the floor
the seconds inside of me are spilled out
and I can’t offer you any more time

-Kalyn RoseAnne | More than Samson

kalynroseanne:

This is about dimly lit coffee shops and my 3rd (ish) cup of the day. And growth and thinking I might understand how the flowers feel, living in darkness for so long and pushhhinggg through the soil, stretching and stretching until they can finally bloom. I am restless and ready to keep moving. I’ve not been turning out work like I’d hoped, and I am so glad. Because I’ve been learning so much about my own processes and how to better myself as a writer, along with just coming out of a very dry spell and making writing first again. My mind tries to get me to be a jack-of-all-trades, and I have to tame it. Not because that’s such a bad thing, but because I want writing to be the thing I work and work and work at and these other things to be secondary. I needed to resurrect that in myself, and guess what? I think I have. Also, headbands are good things and so is forgetting that makeup exists. Bras are just not necessary most of the time (personal choice thing, of course) and we all should marvel at the stars. So, if you can’t see them well where you are then drive away from the light pollution and let their silence wash over you. Good day to you, fine soul. (Cabin Journal #4, I guess.)

kalynroseanne:

This is about dimly lit coffee shops and my 3rd (ish) cup of the day. And growth and thinking I might understand how the flowers feel, living in darkness for so long and pushhhinggg through the soil, stretching and stretching until they can finally bloom. I am restless and ready to keep moving. I’ve not been turning out work like I’d hoped, and I am so glad. Because I’ve been learning so much about my own processes and how to better myself as a writer, along with just coming out of a very dry spell and making writing first again. My mind tries to get me to be a jack-of-all-trades, and I have to tame it. Not because that’s such a bad thing, but because I want writing to be the thing I work and work and work at and these other things to be secondary. I needed to resurrect that in myself, and guess what? I think I have.

Also, headbands are good things and so is forgetting that makeup exists. Bras are just not necessary most of the time (personal choice thing, of course) and we all should marvel at the stars. So, if you can’t see them well where you are then drive away from the light pollution and let their silence wash over you. Good day to you, fine soul.

(Cabin Journal #4, I guess.)

"The female doesn’t want a rich man or a handsome man or even a poet, she wants a man who understands her eyes if she gets sad, and points to his chest and say: ‘Here is your home country.’"

Nizar Qabbani 

This times one billion

(via simplytonka)
"This is not your problem. You have your own body to deal with. The lamp by the bed is broken. You are feeling things he’s no longer in touch with. And everyone is speaking softly, so as not to wake one another. The wind knocks the heads of the flowers together. Steam rises from every cup at every table at once. Things happen all the time, things happen every minute that have nothing to do with us."
— Richard Siken, “A Primer for the Small Weird Loves” (via rhymine)
aseaofquotes:

Victoria Schwab, The Archived

aseaofquotes:

Victoria Schwab, The Archived

yeatru:

awwww-cute:

A Seeing Eye Dog on his first day


he knows he’s gonna do such a good job

yeatru:

awwww-cute:

A Seeing Eye Dog on his first day

he knows he’s gonna do such a good job

aseaofquotes:

Wendy Mass, “The Stars at the Finish Line”

aseaofquotes:

Wendy Mass, “The Stars at the Finish Line”

"Intimacy is not who you let touch you. Intimacy is who you text at 3am about your dreams and fears. Intimacy is giving someone your attention, when ten other people are asking for it. Intimacy is the person always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are."
— (via charmmeadow)
"Almost anyone can write; only writers know how to rewrite. It is this ability alone that turns the amateur into the professional."
— William C. Knott, The Craft of Fiction (via the-right-writing)