'I want to make beautiful things, even if nobody cares.' - Saul Bass // Warona, 17, aspiring writer and musician living in the UK. Currently working on my second novel, which should be complete by the end of August/Beginning of September. Currently taking a minor break to work on it. Click the tags under my posts to explore them, or use the explore menu above. Lots of Love. xxx //


September 2nd
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10:27 pm

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September 2nd
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1:06 am

Filed as: poetry   spilled ink   mentalpoems   my advice   100  

September 1st
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8:24 pm

cyberunfamous:

I just want to write myself a world and go live in it 

(via pure-writer)

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September 1st
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4:45 pm

(Source: nonsensesociety, via unmaiden)

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August 31st
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7:23 pm

August 31st
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2:58 pm

August 31st
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2:16 am

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August 29th
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11:01 pm

I’m halfway through my novel!

I’ve just hit 40k words and finished Part One (there are two parts) and I’ve wrapped up the seventeenth chapter!
I’m happy that I’m making progress though I do admit I could work a lot harder and use my time wisely.

I’m pushing through and I know I’ll complete it soon.
I can’t wait to get to the editing stages and seeing where to go from there. In definitely up for sharing it with you guys.

X

Filed as: personal   eikasia  

August 29th
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3:34 am

asaladaday:

Heavenly Father || Bon Iver

Filed as: music  

August 28th
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11:36 am

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August 28th
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2:55 am

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August 26th
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4:02 am

Growing up means watching all your heroes die.
It’s realizing that every parent makes mistakes,
that they weren’t monsters,
or superheroes,
they were human.

My father isn’t Superman
but he works a bunch
of jobs and even
though he’s not home
often, his absence
just means that
he cares about me
enough to keep
a roof over our heads.

My mother works two jobs
and still has time to take
classes at a community
college to try and
get the education
she didn’t have time
for the first time around.

Growing up is watching
the bad grade you got in chemistry,
your SAT score,
your GPA,
your college rejection letters,
the name of the boy
who didn’t like you back
in 9th grade,
the things that don’t matter
fade away from the
back of your mind.

Growing up means
watching some of your childhood
friends turn into the people
they used to hate.

It’s realizing that
you can’t save anyone
from themselves.
They have to do it on their own.

Growing up means
you can’t fight anyone’s
battles for them
because you have your
own to fight.

Growing up is realizing
you can’t always keep everyone
around forever but
if you love them enough
you’ll find a way.

I think growing up
also means that you’re
always scared as hell
about growing up
because you never
feel like a grown up.

Maybe being scared
just means you’re still
growing
and figuring things out.

So if you’re scared,
just remember
that all of the rest
of us are too.

4:57 p.m. (A poem for when I’m scared of my own birthday)

(via angryasianfeminist)

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August 26th
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2:37 am

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August 24th
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7:24 pm

(Source: arsvitaest, via rejouir)

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August 23rd
134 notes
9:20 pm

thatmusictasteslikeheaven:

Fink | Looking Too Closely

Put your arms around somebody else
And don’t punish yourself, punish yourself
The truth is like blood underneath your fingernails
You don’t wanna hurt yourself, hurt yourself

(via angryasianfeminist)

Filed as: music  

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