I want someone who burns, burns, burns for life.
I think people are afraid of silence because it leaves room for their hearts to speak up.
She thought that he had wonderful hands, and a wonderful face and a wonderful voice and sometimes she could feel them all whirling around and around and around, like a whirlpool that just wouldn’t end.
It’s dark and I’m researching quadriplegia and it’s making me very scared to ever walk out of my front door again. I want to grab all the people I love and wrap them up in bubble-wrap and hide them underneath my doona with books and tea.
Given the increasingly limited resources on the planet,
Please write a 500 word essay justifying your right to exist.
It’s getting late and I can see my reflection in the window and the moon, and the moon is so pretty and it makes my heart ache. Sometimes I just like to sit up late because it feels nice to know that everyone else is asleep safe in their beds and I’m wide, wide awake because I have so many beautiful words to trawl through.
(Source: breakfromlife777, via katelizabeth)
Recurring dream #1
I’m running in a field and in my head there are people all around me and we’re laughing and running and running and laughing. And then I get scared and I try to run faster but my legs won’t move and I get more and more scared. So I turn around to my friends and I’m going to ask them for help, and then I realise that I’m all alone.
The sun is shining and my skin feels salty and warm. The sky is the sea and the birds are musicians. And I’m so very, very happy.
