Not Superman, Just SuperHuman.
langleav:

My new book Lullabies is now available via Amazon, BN.com + The Book Depository and bookstores worldwide.

langleav:

My new book Lullabies is now available via Amazon, BN.com The Book Depository and bookstores worldwide.

theoitnblife:

OITNB posts here
"Are you gonna write about this?"

Like his mediocre lines
and the way he butchered the names of Thai food
had me shaking at the knees.
Like that was something worth noting.

I still wrote three poems about my last dinner date.
I live in a world where I am blessed to believe that
everything is something worth noting.

But people tell me that if I keep writing poetry
about every mouth I meet,
nobody’s going to want to kiss me anymore.

The first time that someone compared my poems
to Taylor Swift songs,
I didn’t know that it wasn’t supposed to be a compliment.
It turns out they weren’t saying: “thank you
for your honesty, your openness, your willingness
to make life into art even when it gets tough to pronounce”.

They were saying: “All you write are love poems.”
Like that wasn’t okay.
Like that was somehow discrediting or laughable.
They were saying: “You go on too many dates
and you can’t make them stay.”
And I don’t know how to shake that off.

I live in a world where I am blessed to believe that
everything is something worth noting,
even bad dinner dates.
I also live in a world where a 24 year old Taylor Swift
can’t write about bad dinner dates anymore.
A world where she has sworn off dating and written an album
with a curt nod to love instead of a wide smile,
because she’s sick of her love life being an American pastime,
a comedic punchline every time she leaves the house.

“Watch out: she might write a song about you!”

God forbid she tells the world that you’re a sloppy kisser.
God forbid she tells the world that it still hurts that you left.

She is a girl with a big heart and a bigger mouth
and she owns everything that ever happens to her.

I own everything that ever happens to me

and I refuse straddle the line between privacy and honesty
for the sake of someone else’s comfort level.
I will not be a Disney mermaid
willing to give up her own voice for love.

Forget legs.
Choke on water, choke on ink.
I will not kiss another man who refuses to learn how to swim.
"Me vs. Taylor Swift vs. Ariel" Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)
aseaofquotes:

Gail Carson Levine, The Wish

aseaofquotes:

Gail Carson Levine, The Wish

aseaofquotes:

Ann Patchett, This Is the Story of a Happy Marriage

aseaofquotes:

Ann Patchett, This Is the Story of a Happy Marriage

aseaofquotes:

Jennifer Brown, Hate List

aseaofquotes:

Jennifer Brown, Hate List

just-trying-to-survive-this-life:

Sometimes you can’t even tell when you broke

just-trying-to-survive-this-life:

Sometimes you can’t even tell when you broke

A woman is not written in braille, you don’t have to touch her to know her.

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I will reblog this every single time

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This is so fucking awesome

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foxmouth:

Perpetual Calendar, 2013 | by Arina Pozdnyak
You’re the forbidden fruit and I’m compelled to take a bite
(via 50shadesof-tc)

tyleroakley:

parkingstrange:

this girl deserves an oscar

me when forced to do chores

thesethingsiwrite-theyareforyou:

Today my therapist saw me  Cry for the  First time
She looked at me and said  ‘You know, so many people come in here, so many sad people come in here. They cry and cry, always apologising for shedding a tear because we are taught to not cry. ‘Dont cry’, ‘don’t cry it will be okay’ but they never taught us how to be okay, did they? But you. You never cry. That must be exhausting for you.’

thesethingsiwrite-theyareforyou:

Today my therapist saw me
Cry for the
First time

She looked at me and said
‘You know, so many people come in here, so many sad people come in here. They cry and cry, always apologising for shedding a tear because we are taught to not cry. ‘Dont cry’, ‘don’t cry it will be okay’ but they never taught us how to be okay, did they?
But you. You never cry. That must be exhausting for you.’

I have a strange feeling with regard to you. As if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly knotted to a similar string in you. And if you were to leave I’m afraid that cord of communion would snap. And I have a notion that I’d take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, you’d forget me.
Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre (via julesmckenzie)