◮The Painted Lady◮


"No matter where I go I always end up me."

I've struggled to write these in the past. Surely enough, I will soon delete these words. If not, then good. I have a love-hate relationship with most of my passions - which is really unconditional love in disguise. I love, unconditionally, art in all forms, writing, music, painting, etc. I also have a passionately curious love-hate relationship with the world. But I am thankful for whoever reads my words. Life happens anywhere you go, whether you like it or not. I am always in pursuit of words. Here is proof that writing is not a dying art. I'm open to critique, suggestions, or prompts. Just pop it in my ask! Everything is my own original work unless stated otherwise.

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❝You were once wild here. Don’t let them tame you.❞

Isadora Duncan; Isadora Speaks: Uncollected Writings and Speeches of Isadora Duncan (via wordpainting)
As the Stars

Stars are bright - but die 

Eternally dim or shine? 

I would rather fade.  

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

If you close the door, the night could last forever. 

Obstacle

I see him again. I dislike this feeling. My heart sinks to my feet, the weight making them unable to move. He cocks his head to one side, a curious trait of his. His lips stretch into a quiet smile, his eyes glazed sleepily like they always are. In essence, he has not changed. The familiarity of his face is still a striking blow. 

“Not you again,” I mutter.

“Hello, old friend,” he says.  

I try to move past him. I can’t. I am unable to grasp myself or my words.   

I am unsure of myself but I still say: “I will break you.” 

A light hearted chuckle emerges from between his parted lips. He shakes his head and responds: ”Don’t you think that’s what I want?” 

Honestly -

On the exterior I seem like someone who is naturally motivated…but I lose gas over time. 

I’m seriously thinking about double majoring in English and journalism. I’ll be okay for this. It’s my life’s dream to have a PHD in English. It’s the one love I’ve never ran away from. 

❝Nothing ever happens the way you imagine it will. But then again, if you don’t imagine, nothing ever happens at all.❞

John Green (via xenium)

(via wethedreamers)

Reblog if you are a writer.

moriartys-sonic-screwdriver:

proving a point to my mom.

also, im curious as to how much of the tumblr population writes

(Source: moriartys-stolen-tardis, via lu3yve3)