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“A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.”

— Franz Kafka (via writingdotcoffee)

“Listen to me: If we are truly meant to be, then we will find our way back to each other. It’s as simple as that.”

— Dawson’s Creek

“Wild women are an unexplainable spark of life. They ooze freedom and seek awareness, they belong to nobody but themselves yet give a piece of who they are to everyone they meet. If you have met one, hold on to her, she’ll allow you into her chaos but she’ll also show you her magic.”

— Nikki Rowe, Fragile but Fierce: A Quote Collection (Balboa Press AU, May 28, 2020) (via Make Believe Boutique)

“Those feelings when you want a relationship but you don’t but you do but you don’t.”

—

Sometimes the only person putting pressure on a situation, is you. It's okay to go a little easier on yourself.

-thoughts reflective

You can't blame the monster for doing what's natural to them.

Angels are so far above the evils of men.

“How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?”

— White Noise (Don DeLillo)

She was just a mere photograph

In black and white

Only 17 and not a clue in life

He two years older

He showed her colours like gold and white

So she explored them with him

But she was gullible and blind

Trouble tied to his name

Little did she know he was just in it for the game

She had beauty and grace

But this wasn’t his first rodeo race

Lacking in self love

She thought she’d find in him

Ignoring flags of red

Because love isn’t a sin

Soon to learn the cold hard truth

That love is not always as it seems

He had a plan all along

To leave her crying on her knees

Asleep in the night

Oblivious he was gone

One shot from a gun

One cruel hit and run

He took all the money he could possibly carry from the store

Before placing the gun next to her

He wiped his fingerprints off

She wakes with fear in her eyes

To sounds of sirens and flashing lights

She wasn’t the first to pay for his mistakes

Because after all

This wasn’t his first rodeo race

-tamara-catherine