I am no writer. I can write endlessly over and over again but the words I dabble into my journal or type across my keyboard are never anything grand. Yet, I keep on writing. It’s my escape. This heart of mine feels too much. It’s not sensitive but rides the emotion that consumes it. Sometimes the emotion is too strong and needs a way out. So I write. Over and over again. Until these emotions dissipate. these emotions create alternate realities and stories are created. Other and most often, the words are vomit. First drafts of what I feel.

Sometimes, people usually hate to write. Maybe it’s because of it being forced upon in classes. Maybe it’s because it can reveal parts of you that you don’t want to see. If people write though, maybe they’ll see what I see. Experience the feelings I feel. Writing is a form of escape. Where reading takes you into the world of others, writing let’s you create your own. It is self discovery. It’s a place no one else can create because it’s yours. The words I write is a form of me that no one can take away. It’s a part of my identity. 

Writing is wonderful. I am no grand writer but regardless, writing is a lot of me and no one else’s.

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i fucking hate how nervous people make me like i can’t even walk down the road without feeling judged and that is just ridiculous 

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I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love. —Kuba Wojewodzki, Polish journalist and comedian (via dysenterygay)


I’d love to see you like this ♥

and then i cry :””’>

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I follow back everyone!

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i’m not particular with names but with faces. I tend to remember someone more with their faces. I just can’t help myself to shrug with this trait of mine.

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tagged as: #life #Diary♥

because you said

"i’ll dance with you"

but then i realized

the only one dancing

in the sad song was


tagged as: #:( #piattosays

feeling so low when you know you don’t have to is hell for me. You just let yourself in and hand by hand pulling you down like there’s no freaking way for you to fly again.

tagged as: #Diary♥

i remember being your only one.

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