I took this during a very stressful week full of exams and now I get a whole month for a Christmas break (yay college). I hope all of your holidays are as peaceful and fun as my Saturday has been! What did you guys do today?
• in some way, it always has been.
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The Quiet World
In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn’t respond,
I know she’s used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe. —Jeffrey McDaniels
Artwork by @smallditch
I can't look at her, not like this. Not when she is crying because of me. I always fuck up, and always will. That's because I'm a fucked up person, I can't love anyone, I am not even capable of love. I literally fucking grew up this way. I write a note for her, with every syllable my heart breaks into more billion pieces. 'I have never been good for you, but I always loved you, more than I ever loved myself. Yes this pompous asshole of yours is saying that. I want you to be happier, which you'll never be with me. I'm sorry but I've to leave. If you ever wanna come back to me (don't do it, I'm fucked up) then contact this number. Love you xx.' I sign it off. Just as I proceed to leave, with my bags. I forgot one last thing. I went back to her, kissed her hand, she looked up. I handed her the note and left. I don't know what is this, but I'm going crazy. I run to my car throw my bag in backseat and leave. My eyes are stinging from tears but I don't care. She deserves more than what I can offer.
It's been 4 hours since I'm sitting in this abandoned building. She already have called 57 times, now it's the 58th. I never used this phone, until now. I pick up the call and say, "Love. Please, I'm doing it for your own good." She is sobbing, I close my eyes I can't process the pain. "You said that you'll never leave me, then why now? You make me happiest. How can you think that I can even breathe without you, asshole. I don't know anything I need you, I need you my asshole. Where in the heavens did you disappear. How could you? You, asshole, comeback home please. Comeback home." She said. Tears whelmed in my eyes again. "But love I'm a broken mess, I'm so fucked up that my name can be definition of fucked up. I'm just doing it for your own good. Please, understand-" I couldn't complete before she interrupted me. "No buts. No fucking buts. You are coming back to home." "Okay, I'll be there within an hour." I said, I can't argue, knowing that she is crying.
1016 hours ago
Day 16: Scribe
Journalling your path to success
Document your truths
List your obstacles and fears
Illustrate different solutions or techniques to battle them
Write everything down about your life, learn where you are, develop a plan to enhance it now!
YOU MADE IT!!
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One day you will come to find
That what you have been searching for
Is right here.
It has always been about finding her.
This strong, brazen, courageous woman.
Unafraid of this path laid at her feet.
For, you see, it is not the darkness she fears
It is the darkness that she is all too familiar with.
It is living a life apart from her purpose.
Surviving but not truly living.
Talking but not speaking truth.
Looking but not seeing.
If it is true- what we see is a direct reflection of ourselves,
Then I choose to see her as the empowered, strong and beautiful woman she is.
I choose to see you as the strong human you are.
Fighting for our love.
Living courageously in a world that would condemn us.
She is here.
As she always has been.
And, will remain.
C'était ce matin, après l'aube, au bout de la route. Tu regardes le lac au réveil et te dis qu'il est encore plus beau sans maquillage. Les oiseaux reviennent habiter le ciel pour annoncer le chant du jour. Sur le chemin tu croises une voix hantée par des fantômes perdus sur la terre. Une question, froide et sèche. Ma réponse qui ne plaît pas. Conséquence. Un moment à laisser derrière soi et un écran de téléphone à changer dans une autre vie. Ça va me porter chance pendant 7 ans. .
C'était ce matin un peu avant le départ du TGV de la mi-journée pour Paris. Rencontre autour d'un café bulle. Une voix habitée de la cave au grenier par son âme, plus claire que celle qui embrasse les pieds de la montagne. Elle respire la poésie de vivre. Plus qu'une belle rencontre, une vraie rencontre. .
Deux voix. Deux chemins.
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