“ I look at tornadoes fighting their way into existence
and your name doesn’t come to mind,
I only see myself,
desperately looking for inspiration
Just to spill ink
on old blank pages
I look at trees, and they look back,
they feel sorry for me,
as if telling me that I can cut and scratch them all I want,
and I still won’t get my heart to you, I still won’t write as well as I want to.
For the sake of the question,
why nights are more inspirational,
why we only see ourselves in stars,
we underestimate the sun
we glorify darkness, we forget light,
Light can be sad too
Light can be more lonely than darkness,
if you listen to its silence,
Light can be agonizing,
if you want it. ”

—    

“ Birds scream at the top of their lungs in horrified hellish rage every morning at daybreak to warn us all of the truth, but sadly we don’t speak bird. ”

—    Kurt Cobain (via story-dj)

(via sophiayasser)

“ I am rain.
I am thunder.
I am lighting.
I am severe.
I will spin up a tornado of questions in your mind until you are dancing in a shower of everything you never wanted to hear. ”

—    I will make you forget that you ever loved the sun. (via because-she-loves-words)

“ Who taught you
that getting your
heart broken
was a beautiful thing?
Pain is
not beautiful.
Recovering
from it,
is.
Do not get
the two things
mixed up
for there is no beauty
in falling apart. ”

—    Ming D. Liu, A Story A Day #107 (via mingdliu)

(via mingdliu)

“ Don’t trust charming. Why? Because the boy who can talk all the right words knows it too well. Things like boys and love aren’t meant to be practiced like that, it should be a bit awkward- it should be raw. ”

—    The best advice I’ve ever received. (via natashakills)

(via sufiyana)