Children Of My Mind.I Have Given You A Home,among These Pages.Now Please,Take Solace Folded Between Your

Children of my mind.  I have given you a home, among these pages. Now please, Take solace folded between your siblings. Cease your cries. And let me rest.

Bleeding Out

Love only yourself a little bit longer, until you can't stand not to love someone else.

Kiera Cass, Happily Ever After

Too often I want to scream until I lose my voice. Until all I hear is ringing. Until all I feel is air in my lungs.  Until all I see are stars Until all the thoughts are silenced. And all the words I can never say are lost to the wind.

Bleeding Out

Writeblr Secret Admirer Project.

Hello, writeblrs!

My name is Castor and I’ve begun an event to help spread love and encouragement across our community all in the act kindness. Please, reblog this post ONLY if you plan on joining in! Here is how it works!

reblog this post and complete this survey: it asks two questions in order to see how many people are willing to get involved! it should take less than two minuets! 

by reblogging this post it helps show others that your interested in the project and want to receive and be an admirer.

although your url will be shared in the survey it will be completely anonymous to the public unless YOU decide to reveal yourself to the person you plan on admiring. 

this is a project of love, encouragement and kindness, therefore, please keep it this way! retract from sending hate or harassment as this is not our standard. 

I, myself, will be handing out gifts of graphics and crafts to those who participate at draw! it’s my way of saying thank you for being a great person!

IF YOU RECIEVE A MESSAGE FROM AN ADMIRER PLEASE TAG WRITEBLR.LOVE TO FILL THE TAG WITH POSITIVE VIBES!

best of luck, friends! hope you all receive the love you all deserve!

Falling in love, we said; I fell for him. We were falling women. We believed in it, this downward motion: so lovely, like flying, and yet at the same time so dire, so extreme, so unlikely.

Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale

And sometimes these thoughts feel violent, and the words they leave behind are like remnants of a battle and I know they are.                                                                                                                                             Because these thoughts are cunning and conniving predators that hunt me in the dark corners of night and the broad light of day, and when they pounce on me, their easy prey, all that is left of the occurrence is the blood spatter on these pages I call words.

Bleeding Out