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“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.” - Sylvia Plath



He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.

The only creatures that are evolved enough to convey pure love are dogs and infants.


(via blue-eyed-satan)

— 5 months ago with 677606 notes
Here’s a Story :) Happy reading!

Once upon a time, there was a girl (who constantly thought she was a princess) named Sam. She was graced with a lot of friends, but she cannot see all of them all of the time. One of her best friends was a wonderful, hard working girl named Sierra. 

Sierra and Sam went on many crazy adventures including, but not limited to: “over the rainbow” time and seeing the Princess (Sam’s) outrageous dinner bill on a daily basis. Now that it’s summer, they may be apart, but Sam hopes to embark on an adventure to Cedar Point where her friend works and go on every ride (but the very scary Top Thrill Dragster). Even if Sierra is working, Sam will come in (by force, mind you) and “kidnap” Sierra. 

At the end of the summer, they will be reunited once again, and looking forward to more adventures. :) 

(this is me creatively telling you I miss you, if you can’t tell)

— 6 months ago
Fate is Cruel

It started with an hour, then turned to a day
He asks when daddy will be home
And I wonder too, watching a day turn to two and two more pass
My eyes burn red, begging for you to kiss my cheek and tell me it’s ok
When are you coming home?
This is still your place
You may feel worthless, but your worth is more than your choices
Please come home soon
Because a castle falls when a queen can’t stand behind her king

— 7 months ago
#spilled ink  #poetry  #poem  #poems  #love  #loss  #strength  #worry  #family 

I’ve always seen you as a child
Using your colorful imagination
Painting the streets with wild creatures
Using miscellaneous objects to be a spy
To travel the world
To be a five-star chef
And even when you started texting
Going out to the movies
You’re still so innocent

Tonight you called me crying
Asking me to help you
Because your innocence is gone
And replaced in a small form
Growing as your innocence decays
I wanted to see you as innocent
I wanted to say it’s only a dream
But your voice met mine
And I can’t fake it anymore

Today I broke down crying
Restless with no sleep
Coffee in hand and tears in my eyes
You’d think it was much worse
But nothing feels worse than feeling like you failed someone
And sweetie, I’m sorry I failed you

— 9 months ago with 1 note
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