Mosaic

I speak like I think; fast and incomplete. These are only part of me. My truths, thrown together in careful carelesness. Welcome to my page!

Following dreams

I’ve taken a dangerous step forward and it’s too late to go back. I’m committed to seeing this through, no mater what.

Reblog if it’s okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice or just have a nice chat.

(via tisdalepk)

Mine too

Mine too

(Source: i-slandofmisfittoys, via ab-ic)

accidentsandhappenstance:

Time isn’t what you need, it’s discipline.

Yea. Lots of it.

(via forgotten-heroines)

http://newbeatnik.tumblr.com/post/85669964277/my-friend-today-asked-me-your-degree-isnt-it-a

newbeatnik:

My friend today asked me; “your degree,
isn’t it a bit redundant?” Ignoring the not-so-subtle
undercurrent of judgement, I mumbled
"It isn’t, though." Not exactly the
elegant reply I was hoping to muster, but sometimes
our certainty must waver, our ideas must stumble,
even the toughest metal…

“If I don’t write to empty my mind, I go mad.”

—   Lord Byron (via maxkirin)

(via profoundmercenary-deactivated20)

“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over again.”

—   F. Scott Fitzgerald (via alittlesummer)

(Source: nuclearharvest, via tayloriina)

Short #8

We are marked by what we know,
Haunted by what we fear,
And forever running away from each other.

The Note

We’ve always had an expiration date.
A date marked by battles we’ve fought and wars we’ve lost.
Love was not strong enough to fix it.
Left cracks in the walls just big enough for hate to slip in.
We’ve left a long track of broken promises behind us.
Unwanted reminders of were we’ve been and exactly where we’re heading.
I stood at the top of a bridge once.
Got my on my tip toes cuz I wanted to see a horizon.
They swore up and down it was suicide
But killing myself wouldn’t have solved the problems we have.
Had.
Problems we had. When you walk off that bridge, There is no going back.

“This is what love does: it makes you want to rewrite the world. It makes you want to choose the characters, build the scenery, guide the plot. The person you love sits across from you, and you want to do everything in your power to make it possible, endlessly possible. And when it’s just the two of you, alone in a room, you can pretend that this is how it is, this is how it will be.”

—   David Levithan (Every Day)