MeOwW

Oh I still do have these stories

““Everyone had stories they told themselves to get through the days.”

— Lisa Ko, The Leavers

Favourite part of my new room 😊

the thing about her, is that she was happy alone. everyone around her was looking for a connection and something to grasp onto, but she was happy being free. she was happy being unchained, happy with no pressure of connections and love. all the love she needed was within herself, and everybody else was just a distraction from everything she was trying to achieve. she understood herself more than anyone else understood her, and that was the most beautiful thing about her.

iambrillyant (via wnq-writers)

I love this

Chef's Special

Tell everybody I’m rotten, That my heart is rancid, Hidden behind a candy coating. Go ahead, stuff them with the Heavily garnished dish you serve To make yourself look better. They will rave and crave more, Even as they’re bloated to bursting. Send them to me with heaps of sugar So I know they gorged on your Spiced up, juicy entrees with Me as the bitter center, You the martyred master chef. But I wasn’t the first to get fed Up with your poison (It seems to be your specialty) And I won’t be the last if you Refuse to see the one key Ingredient in every course: You

I totally agree

#lovethosebeautifulsouls

#dreamroom

#lovetheoneyagot

My dream room

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BONUS: Helga’s parrot listening in

‘Let go of the things that stress you.’ -Jesse Neo | Click here for more inspirational quotes.

A Poet's Curse

And poets write Of love and Lust Of how their treatment Is unjust Poets write of Hurt & pain Such things Inspire again And again But how can You verse The curse Of life mundane Each day the same Write about Blissful normality No lifetime calamity But If we need To be hurt To feel Is that real I know Poets bleed And need To hurt So that they can Ink in verse Their life’s curse But it’s hard to Comprehend This goes Until the end So that on their tomb Is carved in stone Here lies A poet Who lived alone Cursed by The need to verse All life’s wrongs Instead of singing Misfortune’s song Missed opportunities Long since Gone By focusing on Each woeful stanza Missed out on life’s Wondrous bonanza