Rayisahuman - Some Stuff

When no one listens to you, write, because the page will always listen to you.

missblueturtle  (via wnq-writers)

"And she thought home might not be a place or a human but a life, An emotion. She saw it in the lights of an empty theatre, In the floorboards of a creaky stage and the hills made of lights and shadows, sharp as knives. She dreamt in dimmers, in light cues gently coming up like sunrises of brilliant red and blue and deep purple; In sound cues and the quiet 'go!' followed by the thunder of a blooming flower."

Anonymous

"And she wondered why everything in the world was a reminder; Why passing through a doorway brought motherly warmth Enveloping all in an embrace, whispering softly, 'Come here, my child, come here.'"

Anonymous

"And the words poured from she who wished not to rebel but to to follow her own path, To float with the wind and words she created."

Anonymous

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