April 13, 2012
We remember the things we save,
and we cannot forget the things we lose.
~ ~ Jeremy Page
March 5, 2012
You remember the things you save,
and you cannot forget the things you lose.
~ ~ Jeremy Page
December 20, 2011

We rest; a dream has power to poison sleep.
We rise; one wand’ring thought pullutes the day.
We feel, conceive, or reason; laugh or weep,
Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away;
It is the same: for, be it joyor sorrow,
The path of its departure still is Free.

~Mary Shelley

December 18, 2011
If everthing happens that cant be done.
e.e Cumming
December 11, 2011 • 192 notes • yeahwriters
yeahwriters: Write about someone who has to sleep in a bathtub. In my sleep full of water from my tears fill the tub and my ears full of heard open windows looking down. Ive been here sleeping in this town full of me and under these cover’s under ground in sleepy water’s in this town, i’m happy waiting head heavy with sleep hoping some day that ill drown.

yeahwriters:

Write about someone who has to sleep in a bathtub.

In my sleep full of water from my tears fill the tub and my ears full of heard open windows looking down.

Ive been here sleeping in this town full of me and under these cover’s under ground in sleepy water’s in this town, i’m happy waiting head heavy with sleep hoping some day that ill drown.

December 11, 2011

~My hand opens to yours~

December 10, 2011 • 56 notes • yeahwriters
yeahwriters: Write about a girl who goes through her “rebellious phase” a little earlier than normal—maybe closer to 11, 12, 13 then 15-18. Im a free bird still wingless in my nest with a head full of dreams but yet and still with out my wing’s which leave’s my dreams as free as buzzz bee’zz.

yeahwriters:

Write about a girl who goes through her “rebellious phase” a little earlier than normal—maybe closer to 11, 12, 13 then 15-18.

Im a free bird still wingless in my nest with a head full of dreams

but yet and still with out my wing’s which leave’s my dreams as free as buzzz bee’zz.

December 10, 2011

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December 10, 2011

Otherwise

There is a way, from every angel to see the beauty in things. The sadness in your eyes is killing me, but the beauty in it is when you know i’m dying and you reach out to save me.

~Ariana

November 27, 2011 • 140 notes • yeahwriters
yeahwriters: Write about an interrupted bath. my skin is most bare when i think of you and my wet hair is tangled in thought my toes as well as my nose are wet with wonder. And in your return my head is out of turn, because my wet body was done trying to remember you and as were you. Opened door closed mind.

yeahwriters:

Write about an interrupted bath.

my skin is most bare when i think of you

and my wet hair is tangled in thought

my toes as well as my nose are wet with wonder.

And in your return my head is out of turn,

because my wet body was done trying to remember you

and as were you. Opened door closed mind.