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I miss the way I used to write, but not the motivation for it.

Let me be a frigid block of ice that melts into my surroundings as I become warmer and warmer. Let me fall away to pieces as the sun shines along my body and transforms me into water where I then soak into the life that breeds beneath me. Let me wrap my slippery fingers around the thorns of the flowers that everyone admires, and let me carry the debris left behind from a stroll two lovers took. Let me be the puddle that she splashed in and out of which made him chuckle to himself. Let me be the dew left on her eyelashes that fell onto his cheek as they kissed each other goodnight. Let me be the sea that carries his ship slowly home to her, and let me be the cloud that shades those lovers who lay on the grass that I, too, have laid upon.

Let me melt away.

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Be still,

turbid heart, be still.

Calm this chaotic mind of mine.

Calm these hands that shake for embracing,

calm these veins that fill with fear.

Be still, turbid heart, be still; you know not what you’re thinking.

No matter what terror the earth could produce – winds, seas – a person could produce the same, lived with the same, lived with all that mixed-up nature swirling inside, every bit. There was nothing as complex in the world – no flower or stone – as a single hello from a human being.
– Lorrie Moore, Birds of America (via helplesslyamazed)

(Source: quote-book)

What is it.

what.

why.

why.

why.

I work full time for a mortgage loan company as an HR rep.

I work full time for CSUF as a Business degree student.

Social life =plummet.

I’m tired. I’m burnt. I’m almost on empty. But I have so much in my life I’m thankful for.

But still, what’s that void?

Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.”
“Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?”
“Yes. I want to ruin you.”
“Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too.
– Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via in-mediasres)

(Source: liquidlightandrunningtrees, via inc-ndescently)

Do you want to understand me?

Listen to Thomas Newman- White Oleander.

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I miss the way I used to write, but not the motivation for it.

Let me be a frigid block of ice that melts into my surroundings as I become warmer and warmer. Let me fall away to pieces as the sun shines along my body and transforms me into water where I then soak into the life that breeds beneath me. Let me wrap my slippery fingers around the thorns of the flowers that everyone admires, and let me carry the debris left behind from a stroll two lovers took. Let me be the puddle that she splashed in and out of which made him chuckle to himself. Let me be the dew left on her eyelashes that fell onto his cheek as they kissed each other goodnight. Let me be the sea that carries his ship slowly home to her, and let me be the cloud that shades those lovers who lay on the grass that I, too, have laid upon.

Let me melt away.

Another repost

Be still,

turbid heart, be still.

Calm this chaotic mind of mine.

Calm these hands that shake for embracing,

calm these veins that fill with fear.

Be still, turbid heart, be still; you know not what you’re thinking.

No matter what terror the earth could produce – winds, seas – a person could produce the same, lived with the same, lived with all that mixed-up nature swirling inside, every bit. There was nothing as complex in the world – no flower or stone – as a single hello from a human being.
– Lorrie Moore, Birds of America (via helplesslyamazed)

(Source: quote-book)

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #260 by Tyler Knott Gregson

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #260 by Tyler Knott Gregson

What is it.

what.

why.

why.

why.

I work full time for a mortgage loan company as an HR rep.

I work full time for CSUF as a Business degree student.

Social life =plummet.

I’m tired. I’m burnt. I’m almost on empty. But I have so much in my life I’m thankful for.

But still, what’s that void?

Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.”
“Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?”
“Yes. I want to ruin you.”
“Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too.
– Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via in-mediasres)

(Source: liquidlightandrunningtrees, via inc-ndescently)

Do you want to understand me?

Listen to Thomas Newman- White Oleander.

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #93 by Tyler Knott Gregson

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #93 by Tyler Knott Gregson

(Source: darrenaronofskys, via hillwinn)

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"No matter what terror the earth could produce – winds, seas – a person could produce the same, lived with the same, lived with all that mixed-up nature swirling inside, every bit. There was nothing as complex in the world – no flower or stone – as a single hello from a human being."
"Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.”
“Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?”
“Yes. I want to ruin you.”
“Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too."
Do you want to understand me?
It’s not about getting everything you want… it’s about getting everything you want out of what you have.

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