"You’re just like a current in a calm river, nothing more, nothing less."
— (via writerinspace)

writerinspace:

 I ruined the girl, I used to love.

writerinspace:

“There was a magic about the sea. People were drawn to it. People wanted to love by it, swim in it, play in it, look at it. It was a living thing that as as unpredictable as a great stage actor: it could be calm and welcoming, opening its arms to embrace it’s audience one moment, but then could explode with its stormy tempers, flinging people around, wanting them out, attacking coastlines, breaking down islands. It had a playful side too, as it enjoyed the crowd, tossed the children about, knocked lilos over, tipped over windsurfers, occasionally gave sailors helping hands; all done with a secret little chuckle”

writerinspace:

“There was a magic about the sea. People were drawn to it. People wanted to love by it, swim in it, play in it, look at it. It was a living thing that as as unpredictable as a great stage actor: it could be calm and welcoming, opening its arms to embrace it’s audience one moment, but then could explode with its stormy tempers, flinging people around, wanting them out, attacking coastlines, breaking down islands. It had a playful side too, as it enjoyed the crowd, tossed the children about, knocked lilos over, tipped over windsurfers, occasionally gave sailors helping hands; all done with a secret little chuckle”

"Often hear the saying that love is in the air. But have you ever thought that the air we breathe in is polluted?"
— (via writerinspace)
"I live with the pain everyday, and it has become my life."
— (via writerinspace)

writerinspace:

I don’t think I am capable of loving someone significant, for now. I feel like the feeling was drained out of my system. Like a tidal wave hit the shore and swept it all away leaving me lifeless and numb.

writerinspace:

My mind always works in a strange situation between dream and wake, most thoughts, and morning run yield a strange yet occasionally meaningful things in these anomalous morning endeavors.  

writerinspace:

Someday, we will all have a beautiful life. A star that’s illuminating in the pitch black sky. A bright star in somebody else sky.

writerinspace:

"I lose myself holding to the people who isn’t afraid of losing me."

writerinspace:

By the pen out of my hand,
Comes the mysterious fate,
The words are juxtaposed,
They are far from the prose.

Words so melodious
Formed by my sweet wishes,
Pen. Slides on the sheet,
And form my collection.

Pen; led by my heart,
Becomes my happiness,
Pen; led by my heart,
Becomes my sanctuary.

Words; makes a melody,
Singing in the ears of life
Dictated by my lovely Muse,
No, it is me, the intruder.

» Intruder, (mick)