Chacun voit midi à sa porte

Jessica is my name. I don't dream of money, can't whistle, love December, and enjoy writing words. Nineteen.

"And when the universe has finished exploding all the stars will slow down, like a ball that has been thrown into the air, and they will come to a halt and they will all begin to fall towards the centrer of the universe again. And then there will be nothing to stop us seeing all the stars in the world because they will all be moving towards us, gradually faster and faster, and we will know that the world is going to end soon because when we look up into the sky at night there will be no darkness, just the blazing light of billions and billions of stars, all falling."
-Mark Haddon

Ask me anything

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Now that I have a sewing machine I can make frumpy goodwill old lady dresses into cute little dresses :)
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m-a-r-i-e-l-l-e-b-p:

I want a Disney themed wedding!

Omg I’d die
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fuckyeahyoga:

Very inspirational! Don’t let your current limitations define you! Fall down, get back up.

Ohhhh yes yoga you are magic!!
Text Upon Spoken Words

Lithe thin skin covers

A tactile brim

Gravely embracing lies,

Cloaking vicious passion.

Loose silhouette,

A lavish gift from desire

Sweetly supple, blood red,

a rose for a tale.

Loosely leading whispers that bend

Precisely curve,

Gingerly twisting,

To form oblique crystal plates of glass.

Reciting antique history,

Glacially frozen raw

Firmly grasping another’s

Scarcely spieled secrets.

Alluring as rubies

Sweet strawberry breath

Drawing steadily loose

Elegantly out of control.

#I miss writing.
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Leo <3
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"I think there is a general misconception that you write poems because you ‘have something to say.’ I think, actually, that you write poems because you have something echoing around in the bone-dome of your skull that you cannot say. Poetry allows us to hold many related tangential notions in very close orbit around each other at the same time. The ‘unsayable’ thing at the center of the poem becomes visible to the poet and reader in the same way that dark matter becomes visible to the astrophysicist. You can’t see it, but by measure of its effect on the visible, it can become so precise a silhouette you can almost know it."

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dearscience:

Thomas Spieler
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"Is there no way out of the mind?"

Sylvia Plath

#I'm screaming inside.
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fuckyeahyoga:

fuckyeahnamaste:

Standing on top of the world

wat?
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Tonight I am left wondering.

I like wondering.

But not this type. Not at all.

I just…..I don’t know.