“Failure is the opportunity to begin again, more intelligently.” - Henry Ford
“Things went to hell when I stopped writing for myself, when the emotions running in me became figures on a shelf, my chest aches for the words that had once filled my lungs with oxygen, where tightness had been once. There is nothing more natural than poetry filling my pages and yet I can’t find it in me, haven’t created anything in ages. Because even right now I cannot tell if these lines were rhymed for writing’s sake or just put down on this sheet for the readers that hesitate.”— // the struggles of a poet
j.d.m.
“With beautiful words and poetry in night skies I will drown the doubt, like dust in my throat, like water in my lungs, I will cough you out.”— // cough you out
j.d.m.
someone: *shows me the slightest sign of affection*
me: i would die for u
