"I Learned That There Is Good In This World, If You Look Hard Enough For It.

"Violet: You ambushed me. In front of everyone.

Me: Would you have worked with me if I hadn't?

Violet: I would have gotten out of it so I didn't have to do it to begin with. Why do you want me to do this project with you anyway?

Me: Because our mountain is waiting.

Violet: What's that supposed to mean?

Me: It means maybe you never dreamed of seeing Indiana, but, in addition to the fact that we're required to do this for school, and I've volunteered - okay, ambushed - you into being my partner, here's what I think: I think I've got a map in my car that wants to be used, and I think there are places we can go that need to be seen. Maybe no one else will ever visit them and appreciate them or take the time to think they're important, but maybe even the smallest places mean something. And if not, maybe they can mean something to us."

-from "All The Bright Places" by Jennifer Niven

Just Breathe by Katie Daisy on Instagram

“She rarely talked, and when she did, it was only about books.”

Peter Swanson, Eight Perfect Murders

Instagram credit: chaptersofshau

by lurchi1112

get through today

"i will be okay i just have to get through today" i recite this in the mirror every day while i paint a smile on my face put my mask into place and resist the urge to wail again you are no longer here to carry me through this hell and i no longer have the will to crawl out myself you were my wings and i soared through the highest skies now loss is an unbearable weight and i drown in the darkest waters it's funny how fast things can change how you can go from flying to drowning from living to barely surviving from joy to war from dancing to bleeding out on the floor how fast a life can be taken for no clear reason but it's okay i am okay i just have to get through today ~ nyx

I settled for love that only left me scarred

Only told me I'm gorgeous, when he's semi-hard

And I cried in the bathroom while he played guitar

Now I lay in the bedroom and I travel far

He called me a flower and still broke my heart

He picked on my petals and tore me apart

Now I'm out in the garden 'cause love didn't last

Last in real life, so I spend my time

Reading about it, turning the pages, and pages

Allowing myself to fade in the story about him

Kiss me in chapters, love me in writing

I'll be your coat in the thunder and lightning

We'll have a house and the house is a home

And the home has a fence and I won't be alone

Leave a kiss on my forehead and I won't have to worry

'Cause our hearts never break if we're living in a story

And I'll make you breakfast and some for the kids

And they'll play piano and take vitamins

And they'll believe in love 'cause they look up to us

And you would just adore me, living in a story

I'll be the author, the insomniac

Sell creative and maybe, I get paperback

And I'll bookmark the pages to freeze where I'm at

Because time doesn't freeze, I'll beg and I'll plead, just to

Wait here a second, the snow falls upon

Your eyelashes, it's heaven, reality's hell

We'll be somewhere in Devon and we'll bake

A pumpkin pie, spend all of my time

Reading about it, turning the pages, and pages

Allowing myself to fade in the story about him

Kiss me in chapters, love me in writing

I'll be your coat in the thunder and lightning

We'll have a house and the house is a home

And the home has a fence and I won't be alone

Leave a kiss on my forehead and I won't have to worry

'Cause our hearts never break if we're living in a story

And I'll make you breakfast and some for the kids

And they'll play piano and take vitamins

And they'll believe in love 'cause they look up to us

And you would just adore me, living in a story, there'll be

No pain and no crying, no sitting in silence

No wishing for change, no change in my diet

No guilt on your conscience, no blood on your hands

No salt in our seas, no stones in our sand, there's

No hatred or violence, no little white lyin'

No waiting for pain, no love unrequited

No thorns in my roses, no sorrow unplanned

'Til then I'm content with my book in my hand

“Don’t let my silence wound you. I'm just tired of words.”

— Manuel Bandeira, from “This Earth, That Sky.”