Talking to myself

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I miss you pulling on the threads of my collar;
all she does is stretch out my shirts. 

Ridiculous requests were met, reinforced by
your puppy eyes, and you looked so innocent-
hers, at best, inspire slight pity,

And I used to fall to my knees reciting poetry of your beauty;
she does not know I speak in rhymes. 

fitzarr:

thirp:

there better be firebending in heaven 

As long as there’s airbending as well. And flying bison…

but most importantly: fire bending 

I want a trouble-maker for a lover, blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame, who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate, who burns like fire on the rushing sea.

—    Rumi (via feellng)

(via mermaidsbite)

Some writers need a while to charge their batteries, and then write their books very rapidly. Some writers write a page or so every day, rain or shine. Some writers run out of steam, and need to do whatever it is they happen to do until they’re ready to write again.

—    Neil Gaiman  (via victoria-katheryn)

(via victoria-katheryn)

I wouldn’t call them dreams because that implies they might not be reality, and I wouldn’t call them goals because they’re so much grander.