(Source: ao-oa)

I am not

I am not this face,
this body,
these wrinkles,
or this shell.

I am not these breasts,
these splotches,
this ache,
or these tears.

I am not written to please
the lady,
the man,
my mother,
or my son.

I am not the rules,
the tears,
or the dollar bills.

I am everything
under the sun,
and nothing all at once.

I have no physicality.
I live beyond reality.

I am my own spirit animal.

The last line.

Goal of my life.

(Source: mariannapaige)

Going Quietly: she isn't poetry in motion

soul-in-division:

she’s quite clumsy, in fact
some think she’s pretty
not the typical beauty
a little exotic, but familiar
short-tempered
likes her space
you’re smothering her already
just by smiling too long
see her fidgeting and knitting her brow
stop smiling at her
make her laugh
that’s better

if you could sing
write a song of
pure genius
change the words
make it about her cat
or current events
Weird Al the crap out of it

think about the world with her
and without her
and what the difference would be
none really in the grand scheme
perhaps some affect on the small scale

sometimes she hides
sometimes she wants attention
mostly she wants time
time - a thing that doesn’t exist
yes. That’s what she wants.

Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.

Anaïs Nin, Henry And June (via creatingaquietmind)

I should remember this.

(Source: larmoyante)

I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can.

Neil Gaiman (via hcdragon)

(Source: cryst4ls-in-the-m0onlight)

I wondered what happened when you offered yourself to someone, and they opened you, only to discover you were not the gift they expected and they had to smile and nod and say thank you all the same.

My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult (via crimsun)

I think books are like people, in the sense that they’ll turn up in your life when you most need them.

Emma Thompson (via wordpainting)

Hi. My name is Achoo and I suffer from escapism. My world revolves around Harry Potter, fairy tales, time traveler’s wife, disney, grey, dr.seuss and dance. My pastimes involve reading a gazillion books particularly the ones that are set in a different realm, quoting inspirational and stuff-that-makes-you-think oneliners and listening to music particularly the ones that do justice to the violin. My mind floats elsewhere. I like poetry and wish that I could write it myself, but alas, of no avail. Literature is my thing. It’s my world. It’s my escape.