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jackiebuelahburkhart:

i am just very uncomfortable with the way i am perceived like there’s a disconnect between my actual identity and the identity ppl assume i have and it makes me uncomfortable and stressed out

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Sunday with 96,981 notes

Little knobby kneed boys
get bloody and bruised in street fights.
Girls and their curls
pinch and pull at imaginary skin.
It’s been the same since the beginning of time.

Fresh faced doe eyed beauties
wander around campus
sporting shiny new uniforms.
Packs of boys
howl and cackle over a square inch of flesh.
It’s been the same since the beginning of time.

Brides glistening in a sparkling white gown
walking in a straight line with shaky feet in high heeled shoes.
Grooms donned in sharp black
clenching their fists and gritting back the rivers
seeping from their eyes.
It’s been the same since the beginning of time

Aging souls graying in wisdom and wrinkle from all the laughter
bubble and spill to the brim with admiration
for
bodies fresh out of the womb
yet to understand what happens next.
It’s been the same since the beginning of time.

Everything speeds away and seasons change,
but faith is put in just that.
change.

It seems kind of like a tilt a whirl.
spinning and spinning and spinning
always in the same direction.
Each revolution feeling new and dangerous;
but its not. It never is.
The oceans ebb and flow a motion known
for thousands of years.
Always shifting, always moving.
We have known this for our whole lives.
It has become engrained in us.
It’s been the same since the beginning of time.

But I Sure Hope It’s Not - Elizabeth Hsieh

Sunday with 0 notes

I wake up engulfed in an ignorant bliss
only consumed in thoughts of my approaching day
and not clouded by your overbearing presence.
It soon withered away like tulips in a hailstorm.

I keep having the same conversations with you in my head.
It’s like, I can’t differentiate between actuality and fiction.

I amuse the idea of being a writer, creating art within myself.
But I quickly dismiss it
for fear of becoming a washed up pipe smoking professor
donned in an old tweed suit.
Maybe my writing would make sense to you then.

I keep remembering how I brewed you a porcelain cup
of my finest grounds
and you sipped it twice and let the rest grow stale on the counter.

I wish I could suddenly wake up from my paralysis
and vomit out all the words I wanted to tell you.
want to turn it into art so that I can fall asleep peacefully.
Without your looming shadow in the corner of my room.

I look down at my pale fingers and forget about the
green ring stains from the pieces of fake silver you gave me.
My jewelry box is empty because its parts lay scattered in your room.

I can’t for the life of me dance my fingertips across my dusty keyboard
because you were the last one to engrain a melody in its ivory skin.

I shiver at the storms crawling for your touch.
But I know better now.
You know better now.
My blackened lungs are charred by your smoke I was so eager to inhale.
I got burned.
Someone always gets burned.

Thoughts Throughout The Day -Elizabeth Hsieh

Saturday with 1 note
How do people do it? Normal people I mean. They be bursting from their seams and experience so many life-changing things with someone and then just go home and do homework, clean their house, or something and pretend like their thoughts aren’t teetering close to the edge of the universe. How do their hands feel normal after being lit aflame and burned by the fingertips of someone else. Like it’s not eating them up inside like a tornado. How do they do it? I’ll never ever know. I Don’t Think I’ll Ever Understand How to Act Properly- Elizabeth Hsieh

Saturday with 0 notes

sassafrasscas:

i think i’ve tricked certain people into thinking im cooler than i am

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Wednesday with 133,873 notes
One reason that people have artist’s block is that they do not respect the law of dormancy in nature. Trees don’t produce fruit all year long, constantly. They have a point where they go dormant. And when you are in a dormant period creatively, if you can arrange your life to do the technical tasks that don’t take creativity, you are essentially preparing for the spring when it will all blossom again. Marshall Vandruff, one of the best teachers I have ever had, on artist’s block. Said during a webinar done on Visualarium to advertise his upcoming online course on animal anatomy (source links to webinar)  (via pale-afternoon)

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Tuesday with 33,244 notes
See,
I’m trying
to think about
the projects I said I’d complete
two years ago
and the piles of homework
I pretend not to see
but it’s hard

because all I can think about
is how your lips’d feel
on different parts
of me. I’m Trying | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

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Monday with 1,459 notes