You are personally responsible for becoming more ethical than the society you grew up in.
Anonymous: I'm sorry you're not ok today. Your poetry is pretty <3
That’s very nice of you to say.
Drink your damn coffee at three am. Dance to your favourite song for hours. Watch the stars, date the moon. Sing in the rain. Find inspiration on everything. Read for entire mornings, afternoons, and evenings. Make cookies, bake a cake. Do whatever you have to do to be happy. Maybe, you will end up warming this little cold heart of yours.
Teach me how to love
Teach me how to laugh
Teach me how to fly and rule the sky
Teach me how to dream
3:02 pm thoughts
The poet doesn’t invent. He listens.
If I wait till I fall in love again I’ll just wait forever.
There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.
You did nothing. Maybe I’m crazier than you first thought. Maybe I can’t get used to new people on my life. Maybe I really hate distractions, even if I am completely alone and have nothing to do. Maybe the world spins to fast sometimes, and most of the time I can’t follow it.
8:13 pm thoughts