(Source: grrl-meat, via fuckyeah1990s)
I love writers,
I do, it’s true
Those who bleed soul
in ink
on page to see —
Black words to breathe,
To etch, to come,
To you, to love,
the way you have
with words
you’d have
with me.For you, my darling,
I’d ever take
Your writer’s block(s)
And build a billion
Castles in the clouds
If that’s what it took
To write the line
to make your words fine
to make you
mine.
“When she was just a girl she expected the world but it flew away from her reach so she ran away in her sleep and dreamed of paradise” — Coldplay - Paradise (via zacharypughlevi)
(Source: halvesofmyheart)
I no longer have any hipster cred.
But still, I swear Chris Martin, in 2002, actually foretold how I would feel 9 years into the future, wrote a song about it, packaged it up then sent it into my life right about now.
(Source: pleasetakemetoleeds)
Defenestrations: If you asked, I would stay. -
Moving along is a habit of mine, I make my mark and then find a new blank page to scrawl upon. The moment I feel comfortable is the moment I feel un-, and time to go. But this is different because it is real and it is something I feel in my soul rather than merely imagining in my mind informing my…
Work in progress… and this time its something for me!
This should be a fascinating blanket to have since each of the crochet flower patches is an evolution of my stitch abilities. My crochet is self taught, I wouldn’t even know how to use a pattern if I tried, just kinda how my brain functions.
(Source: artssake)
(Source: iamloonylovegood)
MACRAME 2011… forever <3 though