I Am Who I Am

I’m smart, mostly not afraid to speak my mind, bold yet still shy sometimes, funny if a bit cruel, never know whether I’m planning on being an angel or devil, willing to take risks when others won’t, but also worried for others when they do the same. I’m completely mad; mad to live, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time. I like the sound of laughter and the feeling of being alive. I am the books I read, the films I watch, the music I listen to, the people I meet, the dreams I have, the conversations I engage in. I am the sound of the ocean, the breath of fresh air, the brightest light and the darkest corner. I am me.

May 25, 2013 • 1,091 notes • deanvictorr

t4k3meh0me:

Perfection

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May 24, 2013 • 56,510 notes • savasana

im-fit-wwhen-its-summer:

obeithiolbones:

sarah-gets-fit:

that-fitspo-blog:

thistimeiw0ntquit:

avi0o0olaa:

OH MY FUCKING GOD! SHE SAID IT. SHE SAID IT ALL!

in love with tina fey now

this is perfect!

THIS. ALL OF THIS.

FAVORITE QUOTE OF ALL TIME. CAN WE GET A ROUND OF APPLAUSE?

YES

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May 24, 2013 • 2,933 notes • pigmenting

My second grade teacher liked to ask us,
“How do you feel today, on a scale of one to ten?”
Ten always meant I’m super, thank you
and one was always not today, Mrs. MacAuley, not today.
But I never liked numbers, they would always
twist and rebel against my mind so I chose
to speak in colors instead.

January third - I am the color
of mint chocolate chip ice cream
but I’ve eaten all the chocolate chips.
I am calm.

February seventh - I am a bruise of
blues and violets today. I think it would
be best if I sat by the window.
These are unhappy colors.

April eleventh - I am turquoise, I am magenta,
I am every color in the rainbow.

April thirtieth - I am gray, I am silent.

May first - I am orange, the color of melting
creamsicles on a beach in July.

June twelfth - I am as yellow as the school bus
that will bring me home to summer. I am free.

Twelve years later, I still use colors.
The winter makes me feel cobalt blue, the ocean
turns me a seafoam green. Violets and purples
leave me uneasy and scarlet is a fever of fury.
Some nights I drown in shades of navy, denim,
and cornflower but other nights I meditate in forests of
harlequin and shamrock.

But you,
you leave me a blinding white followed by a soft yellow:
the color of sunlight after a period of darkness.

Kelsey Danielle, “A Diary of Colors” (via petrichour)

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May 24, 2013 • 141 notes • soggypoetry

if you needed a sign

soggypoetry:

The sad truth is that
no one is going to
stop you on the street
and shake you until
your true potential spills out.
You’re going to have to do it yourself.

You may be young, full of love
(if only you knew where to give it!)
and talent
(if only you knew where to use it!)
and you will do yourself a great injustice
if you wait to live until
someone tells you to.

There is no hidden world where all
of your problems will go away.
The ”real world” that your parents swear
you’ll enter someday does not exist. There
are bills you may have to pay, there are
commitments you may have, but
above all, there is now.
Quit waiting until
you become someone else
before you
like yourself.

Kid, you put so much of your energy into
fighting to stay alive,
that you forgot
to live.

Don’t require yourself to
have a college degree,
new friends, a lover,
or live in a new city
before you allow yourself to be happy.

Decide what you would like to
bring into the world and then do it.
If you needed a sign,
this is it.

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May 24, 2013 • 79,681 notes • 3arthen

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May 23, 2013 • 2 notes • dreamsbehindthemask

tellmeicant-idareyou:

Welcome to my Life..: There’s many things, I didn’t say the night I broke our hearts. I…

dreamsbehindthemask:

There’s many things,
I didn’t say the night I broke our hearts.

I didn’t say I’m still the same,
Or will you please just stay.

I never uttered a sound,
While our world spun continually,
A never ending merry go round.

I stood planted with my feet on the ground,
Staring blankly at the sky,
And all that I could ask myself,
Was why?

Why do I always hurt the people I care about most?

And why do you act as if I’m a stranger at your door?

I can’t give you the north star.
But I got as close as I could.

I can’t give you a flawless being to love,
If you even love me anymore.

I know I threw rocks at the frame that held your image of me.

I broke it. I know.

I also broke my own.

And maybe you will move on and never look at me the same way with those blue eyes I love so much..

But the one thing I regret the most not saying the first night of a new year,

You have the biggest part of my small heart. Do with it what you please; You have me bound by infinity and I never want to leave. Do with it what you please, even if it kills me.

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May 23, 2013 • 40 notes • poeticallyundead

tellmeicant-idareyou:

Wandering Chaotic Irrelevancies: A gasp. And I held my breath, counting the tunnel lights as they flew…

poeticallyundead:

A gasp.
And I held my breath, counting the tunnel lights as they flew by, wishing fervently for something, wishing desperately for you. I saw your face and heard your voice from half a world away, wishing you were by my side as the adventures unfolded before me. The light ahead grew brighter as the tunnel’s mouth opened wide and your name drifted in whispered breaths across my mind for love, for a kiss, for moment yet to come. When the tunnel at last exhaled so did I, feeling we had been together, if only for a breath within my mind.

May 23, 2013 • 1,499 notes • quote-book

Romantic love has been diluted into paperback form and has sold thousands and millions of copies. Somewhere it is still in the original, written on tablets of stone. I would cross seas and suffer sunstroke and give away all I have, but not for a man, because they want to be the destroyer and never the destroyed. That is why they are unfit for romantic love. There are exceptions and I hope they are happy. The unknownness of my needs frightens me. I do not know how huge they are, or how high they are, I only know that they are not being met.

Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit (via helplesslyamazed)

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May 23, 2013 • 3,598 notes

haleytheasian:

it’s worth the pain. by Tangie Ray on Flickr.

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May 23, 2013 • 95,676 notes • wildthicket

foreverrwanderlust:

wildthicket:

“if it is useful to do so, you must abandon your identity and start again. sometimes, it’s the only way.”

Wow

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May 23, 2013 • 14 notes • twloha.com

tellmeicant-idareyou:

Indecision Killed The Cat: Five, four, three, two, one…

erinaceousflux:

The ball drops and fireworks. Resolutions are made.

People scream and people kiss and is it possible to change?

Is it really truly possible to leave the past behind?

Welcome to Midnight.

Another year comes to a close. Another year begins.

With a moment in between.

Why the fuss?

Why the fame and fireworks?

Is it more than hype? More than something else to sell us?

Is there something to this holiday? Something true inside it?

Because isn’t there something inside us that aches for change…

Dreams it to be possible…

To let go.

To hold on.

To leave it behind.

To start again.

To be new.

Is it possible?

If you’re reading this, if there’s air in your lungs, then you’re alive today tonight right now.

And who can know how long we have here…

And is it a gift? Was it ever a gift? Did that ever feel true or could that one day feel true?

Are there things to fight to live for?

Moments and people… Weddings and children and all your different dreams…

Love…

Is your life more than just your own?

And are there broken things you were made to fight to fix?

Broken families, broken friends… Injustice.

Will you move for things that matter?

Wouldn’t it be nice if change took just a moment?

Wouldn’t it be nice if it were that easy?

Midnight and we’re new. Midnight and the past erased. Midnight and we’re free.

It seems to come slow. It seems to be a surgery.

Forgiveness. Healing. Sobriety. Letting go. Starting over.

It seems to happen slowly over time.

One day at a time, the choice made new each morning.

Will you fight?

Will you fight to be healthy?

Will you fight to be free?

Will you fight for your story?

Will you fight to get the help you need?

Change takes more than a moment, but maybe there’s also something to this celebration of a moment, something to the way it speaks to us, something to the way we fear it, and dream it to be true. Maybe it’s the most honest moment of the year.

It’s possible to change.

Welcome to Midnight.

Here’s to the possibilities.

May 23, 2013 • 92,909 notes • thirte-en

london-today:

fake-itdontbakeit:

This is just so Perfect.

holy shit the notes. i never knew it would be this much!

this is amazing

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May 23, 2013 • 12,811 notes • langleav

langleav:

do-notgogentle asked you: A poem about being homesick for a place that you’ve never been or that doesn’t exist? Thanks in advance, I just stumbled upon your poetry and it’s so amazing. <3

Thanks so much lovely, here is your poem. Perhaps not exactly what you described but this is what your words inspired. Hope you like it. ♥

Thank you to everyone who put in a poetry request - they are beautiful and inspiring. As much as I want to, it is impossible for me to answer every single one but I am trying my best so please be patient with me. :)

The most popular requests have been unrequited love, falling in love with a friend, and long distance relationships. I am working on these topics so just check back regularly or track the tag Lang Leav. You can also check out my popular posts. Thank you again for all your hearts + reblogs and hope you all have a very Merry Christmas. xo

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May 23, 2013 • 8,025 notes • langleav

langleav:

littleduck03 asked you: Your poems are incredible! I write poetry as well and you inspire me to write more. I was wondering if you could write a poem about feeling lonely. Feeling like you don’t belong. Being in the most crowded place and feeling all alone.

Hi sweetie, not sure if this is exactly what you meant but it’s what your message inspired. I can definitely relate to that feeling, being really shy myself and finding it hard to relate to others at times. That is really wonderful you write poetry, I’m so happy to have inspired you. Thanks for your poem request and hope you like it! x

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