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flirty talk,
fool’s game
time of kings
I sit adrift and remember
Ocean’s salty water
Matted dog hair
Breeze
Tie up my words
Bind my wounds
Pull down the rope
I can’t see
~iztaes
electric jello
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Entangled Life!!
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Writing
often it is the only
thing
between you and
impossibility.
no drink,
no woman’s love,
no wealth
can
match it.
-Charles Bukowski
I wonder which is preferable, to walk around all your life swollen up with your own secrets until you burst from the pressure of them, or to have them sucked out of you, every paragraph, every sentence, every word of them, so at the end you’re depleted of all that was once as precious to you as hoarded gold, as close to you as your skin - everything that was of the deepest importance to you, everything that made you cringe and wish to conceal, everything that belonged to you alone - and must spend the rest of your days like an empty sack flapping in the wind, an empty sack branded with a bright fluorescent label so that everyone will know what sort of secrets used to be inside you?
Margaret Atwood
(Source: larmoyante)
I don’t know. Maybe that is an arrogant and ignorant thing for me to say. Is it arrogant to feel out of place? I feel like maybe I belong to a different puzzle, guys, I really do.
(Source: elidaloirinha)
(Source: awindowtomyworld)
And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”
― Roald Dahl
(via thinkitoverthinkitunder)
Here is a lesson in creative writing. First rule: Do not use semicolons. They are transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. All they do is show you’ve been to college.
Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country
(via 35bit)
november
You can walk the path that’s
Paved and smooth,
in padded, silken shoes.
Or barefoot walking go
Into the woods, armed
with cake and stolen goods.
~iztaes
