"My second grade teacher liked to ask us,
“How do you feel today, on a scale of one to ten?”
Ten always meant I’m super, thank you
and one was always not today, Mrs. MacAuley, not today.
But I never liked numbers, they would always
twist and rebel against my mind so I chose
to speak in colors instead.

January third - I am the color
of mint chocolate chip ice cream
but I’ve eaten all the chocolate chips.
I am calm.

February seventh - I am a bruise of
blues and violets today. I think it would
be best if I sat by the window.
These are unhappy colors.

April eleventh - I am turquoise, I am magenta,
I am every color in the rainbow.

April thirtieth - I am gray, I am silent.

May first - I am orange, the color of melting
creamsicles on a beach in July.

June twelfth - I am as yellow as the school bus
that will bring me home to summer. I am free.

Twelve years later, I still use colors.
The winter makes me feel cobalt blue, the ocean
turns me a seafoam green. Violets and purples
leave me uneasy and scarlet is a fever of fury.
Some nights I drown in shades of navy, denim,
and cornflower but other nights I meditate in forests of
harlequin and shamrock.

But you,
you leave me a blinding white followed by a soft yellow:
the color of sunlight after a period of darkness."

—Kelsey Danielle, “A Diary of Colors”

(via shaky-hands-and-lovenotes)

(via bleuveine)

"…in my dreams the world would come alive, becoming so captivatingly majestic, free and ethereal, that afterwards it would be oppressive to breathe the dust of this painted life."

—Vladimir Nabokov, Invitation to a Beheading

(Source: 13neighbors)

"I must also have a dark side if I am to be whole."

— Carl Jung

(Source: stxxz.us, via shaky-hands-and-lovenotes)

"A man is a god in ruins."

—Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature. (1836)

(Source: mythologyofblue)

venula:

(I)
I will fight until
my last breath
just to help you
find a way to stay.

(II)
I will search every 
inch of the earth 
for the answers 
to each question
you are so desperately
longing to ask.
 
(III)
Can you tell me
what the point is of
searching for things
we may never see?

(IV)
Why would we
even entertain
the mere idea of
ending this when
I would rather watch
as you have your way
with me.

(via shaky-hands-and-lovenotes)

(Source: arushofp, via fleurare)

"She could not find any pure new words which had never been ruffled and creased and had the starch taken out of them by others."

—Virginia Woolf, The Complete Shorter Fiction Of Virginia Woolf

(Source: fuckyeahvirginiawoolf, via pale-afternoon)

draw things on my back with your finger so i can fall asleep/in love with you

(Source: magnezone, via shaky-hands-and-lovenotes)

"Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind. In life, knowledge of poisons is essential. I’ve told you, nobody becomes an artist unless they have to."

—

White Oleander, Janet Fitch

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"Let me tell you something, my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane."

—Stephen King, The Shawshank Redemption

(Source: larmoyante, via pale-afternoon)

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