The Signs, Though:

The Signs, though:

Aries: badass, gryffindor, hella estp, aggressive, outgoing, extravert, life of the party, adrenaline junkie

Me (an Aries): shy, cries a lot, slytherin, infj to the max, scared of people, likes books, hates social situations, please save me

writers and poets are superheroes

our weapons  are our pens and pencils and keyboards people get hit by our words, some cry some laugh  some hate some love (via justscribbledwords)

I love this.

(via hanzelwrites)

Being in the business of writing never made anyone happy. Don’t you know that tragedy makes for the most beautiful art?

(via elliotsplayhouse)

summer solstice

Sunrays travel through the space of the universe

In order to touch earth who is never still.

The rays who are never yielding to the gigantic distance

between them and forever faithful to its ambition

of bringing warmth to earth.

The sun existing with the constant restraint of never

Being too close, for she would burn every ounce of life

of her beloved earth, and never being too far, for

she in her absence would freeze every

drop of life in him.

He who is always changing and always trying to forget.

The sun willing to live with that constant pain of

Being there, having only her rays barely

caress earth’s skin, whispering encouraging

words, making him strong against

Hate, ignorance, apathy, and intolerance.

Even though all she wants to do is embrace him

And never let him go.

Having time slowly slipping through her fingers,

Always yearning and dreaming of being able

to be with him and hold him.

However one day every year the earth looks at

Her and decides to stay still just for her.

Being as close as they could be for as long

He is able to.

So they stare at each other in full earnest

In what is for everyone else the longest day of the year.

And the earth remembers what’s like to be in love.

But no day is long enough for them, it never was and

It’ll never be.

The earth then continues to be the fickle constant in her

Universe, trying to obliviate the feeling of desiring something

He can’t have.

So they continue living, the earth sickly dying in bitterness

and the sun doomed to pass her time in loneliness

until she too ceases to be.

And even if there were others planets,

And even if he denied their feelings,

she would only always love one until

The end of her time.

- so whenever you think about loss and pain just remember that the celestials don’t get to escape despair either.

The difference between your church and mine

Take me to church, where you hide yourself under the name anonymous and speak words spilled with hatred.

Take me to church, when you try to tear down and destroy beautiful art with your envious words; the type of art that breathes life and hope in another's empty chest.

Take me to church, where your face is covered by a pixel screen and not even then you are brave enough to leave your name after your attempt to create havoc.

Take me to church, whenever you shout your poisonous allegations at someone who shares their passion with the world.

So let me rephrase that, take me to your church, where the religion is hate and maliciousness is encouraged by the preacher, where you strive to degrade another's creation as if you could even comprehend what it spoke about. But we must not forget that parakeets can't understand the meaning of words no matter how much they repeat them, even if the words they repeat are loathsome

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dedicated to @denmysterywoman and @writerscreed due to recent allegations regarding genuine creations of art. Please continue amazing the world with your originality

I wake up in the morning and I feel like I’m missing something. I know that there’s something not right, it takes me a while to remember what it is…and then I remember. My best friend is gone. My only friend. It was silly of me to rely so much on one person. It’s all coming back on me now.

Where Rainbows End (via creatingnikki)