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arquiense:

I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

Dear person I hate,
Dear person I like,
Dear ex boyfriend,
Dear ex girlfriend,
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear bestfriend,
Dear *anyone*,
Dear Santa,
Dear mom,
Dear dad,
Dear future me,
Dear past me,
Dear person I’m jealous of,
Dear person I had a crush on,
Dear girlfriend,
Dear boyfriend,
Dear [insert URL here],

#ask  #please  #maybe  
watchoutfornealfires-girl:

Look What I found on GOOGLE
WHAT A WONDERFUL SEARCH ENGINE

watchoutfornealfires-girl:

Look What I found on GOOGLE

WHAT A WONDERFUL SEARCH ENGINE

Felicity Smoak in Arrow season 2

“Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they’ll make your soul impervious to the world’s soft decay.”
— Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via observando)
#words  

"You know that romantic notion that all the garbage and the pain is actually really healing and beautiful and sort of poetic? It’s not. It’s just garbage and it’s pain. You know what’s better? Love. The day that you start thinking that love is overrated is the day that you’re wrong. The only thing wrong with love and faith and belief is not having it.”

Phoebe Tonkin for Cotton On’s “Hello World” Campaign.

i. We began discussing poetry in my literature class earlier and that’s when it came to me, point blank, how the ‘poems’ I write aren’t even poems at all. Not even the slightest bit. 

ii. I have always known that I am not even close to the kind of writer I want to be, oh goodness no, but the one and a half hour lecture we had on poetry earlier made me realize two things: 

  • There’s still so much I have to improve on; I know so little about something I love so much.
  • I am very willing to make something more of myself. I will doubt my capability every once in a while, and there will be times when I will feel that there is no hope at all, but I will not give up.

iii. Note to self: every time you feel so depressed about how you’re not even good at something you have always loved, hold on to this poem by Charles Bukowski (another addition to my favorite poems, a gem I unearthed the other day):

Roll The Dice by Charles Bukowski

if you’re going to try, go all the
way.
otherwise, don’t even start.
if you’re going to try, go all the
way. this could mean losing girlfriends,
wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.

go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or
4 days.
it could mean freezing on a
park bench.
it could mean jail,
it could mean derision,
mockery,
isolation.
isolation is the gift,
all the others are a test of your
endurance, of
how much you really want to
do it.
and you’ll do it
despite rejection and the
worst odds
and it will be better than
anything else
you can imagine.

if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other feeling like
that.
you will be alone with the
gods
and the nights will flame with
fire.

do it, do it, do it.
do it.

all the way
all the way.
you will ride life straight to
perfect laughter,
it’s the only good fight
there is.

iv.”Poetry has power. A single line can be a part of your life,” our literature professor told us in his lecture earlier. Indeed, sir. Indeed.

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