Just remember that sometimes, the way you think about a person isn’t the way they actually are.

 John Green, Paper Towns (via psych-facts)

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I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.

Sylvia Plath (via 94words)

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Watched the sun set from a higher altitude, above the clouds flying home.

Watched the sun set from a higher altitude, above the clouds flying home.

I’m a poet

I was setting aside time to dissect
To look at my life and inspect
But am I a poet just yet?
I’m not sure.
Because we tend to live with fear.
And fear makes your house it’s home
But with fear you can still feel alone
And with fear comes it’s cousin called doubt
You start to question what you’re all about
So even setting up time to write down words
that might rhyme doesn’t seem to carry much clout
So how will I know what to be?
In this life there is no guarantee.
But I can climb to the roof, shout so loud that I’m free:
"I’m a poet because I am me."

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#poetry

#poem

Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

Sylvia Plath (via fall0pianprincess)

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