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9 / 30 / 2014

For me, my best pieces of writing are the ones that fall out of me right in the moment. Right in the middle of whatever hurricane of an emotion I’m feeling. One of my favorite pieces of mine was written while I was just sobbing uncontrollably. I just pounded away and left it unedited because I couldn’t have edited a feeling like that. No way, no how.

Tonight, I wrote something new that came from one specific emotion and I’m so damn proud of it.

Writing is therapeutic. It’s also a great pre-bed activity because it makes me sleepy.

Show me every dark fragment
hidden away, the ones you don’t
let the light of streetlamps touch.

If you think for one second my shoulders
would turn away, seek the safety of the
lights outside my house. You’re damn wrong.

I admire what others keep darkened,
it is real, and honest, and my eyes
feast upon every jagged piece.

Standing on asphalt I don’t say "Fix this"
and leave. I grab your most serrated shard,
pull it close and say "I love you for this."

I love you for all the flaws you find unloveable | Carlynn Victoria

Late night Sara Bareilles sessions are the best.

9 / 29 / 2014

I want (need) to get out of here.

Exclamation point. Exclamation point. Exclamation point. 

I want her. She will be mine. 
She will crush little boys’ hopes and dreams in her black Vans. She will rule the world.

I want her. She will be mine. 

She will crush little boys’ hopes and dreams in her black Vans. She will rule the world.

(via sofia-richie)