I feel like drowning slowly, irretrievably, into a world of green light, your eyes, our love
Not my poem
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via quotes-shape-us)
The sky looked beautiful today.
John Lennon (via toptoddi)
Y.Z, I am still learning (via parad0xckull)
My friend has an amazing room
today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.
so i just randomly searched ‘sacre-coeur’ on google maps and this came up, and it just captures everything about paris look at the kissing couple and look at the skyline and the trees and i just thought i’d share it with you. please don’t change the source!
Walt Whitman (via cookiesandapples)