Thou forsake fault upon offence. Speak, and I will halt, thy defence. Thou love, half so ill, upon change, I'll myself strangle. Be...

Pay homage to the great deities as you sit at your desk to create, remember how they forged you tooth by tooth, thought by thought. You...

Let it be for the time it needs to be. Nothing that has to be forced out will mold in the shape it needs to be. When you feel it, do it....

Last Sunday I went to my favorite bookshop and the librarian was talking to everyone about their books at check out. It made me happy. It...

I hate that I always need to better myself to try and feel good. I miss the times where I just felt well, then I remeber we were all...

December 24, Christmas Eve, 9.30 pm I baked a cake and I made a recipe book and I had a fake concert in my room. Everything is exactly as...

I could mold you as mine through rose petals and rose quartz. I could, and I would, and I will, and you'll be my sweet baby toy. My craft...

I wish I could feel very deeply the trials and tribulations lived by the quote-on-quote "obsessed artist". The reality is that I am very...

♥ get christmas gifts ♥ wrap christmas gifts ♥ buy green and red candles ♥ bake a cake for the christmas feast ♥ remember you are allowed...

Era il sette ottobre, circa le due di pomeriggio, il tempo era nuvoloso e dava segni di pioggia. Non era un problema, preferivo che...

It is, isn't it? Just a crush, nothing more. Then why do I dream of you? Why does my head feel lighter when the clouds mimic your hair,...

I read Carmilla between october and november, on gloomy mornings and spooky nights. Only about a hundred pages long, it's the perfect...

I always say: i don't know, i don't know, i don't know. Why am i not someone else? Why am i not one of those whom i admire why am i not...

My mind wanders thinking about murder. What does it mean to take a life? Is it truly such a horror? Art leads me to places I wouldn't...

I recognize nothing. I know I’m breathing but I’m drowning drowning drowning. The soul is mine but the flesh is not. All I have left is...

As my body rots my soul will be on page seventy-two, shouting poems out loud and sipping from Dionysius’s cup. “Unto dust you shall...

Attorno a me è il silenzio completo: ad accerchiarmi è il buio più totale, eppure so che i miei occhi sono aperti. Riconosco un prato...

Sovente sogno una nuova esistenza una tenera tregua dall'eterno vivere: un'edonistica salvezza, lo sterminio di ogni banalità. Sogno la...

I was thinking about time and how I wish people turned into grass, the thick one, the big, green and hard one that you respect and try...

Avevo appena imparato a leggere quando ho iniziato a leggere. Alcuni miei compagni di classe sapevano leggere e scrivere già prima di...