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I am broken pottery
are you a lump of gold?
can we perhaps be made to gild one another
precious in our brokenness
unique in our shatter

my 3daywritingcontest hell. (via delightfulharmonypoetry)

I forgot this thing. Remember we were talking about kintsugi awhile back Giada? @giada-luna

Hey, it’s the Barakamon anon! I’m glad you were able to find the series and even happier that you happen to like it! Do you have any favorite characters so far? Who’s the cutest(who am I kidding, they’re all adorable)? And about your frustration with not being able to write chapter 15 for Switch-A-Roo, I’d say just throw down words and write the chapter. Not necessarily post it, but just write, then leave it, then come back. Relax and remember that you love writing. It always works with me:)

Darling All i can do is sigh. I’ve written out so many versions and I left them to age a bit but I’m frustrated. I wanna write but the urge isn’t being met with the ability. It’s been gloomy where I live too though and o think my mood is being affected. Really gloomy. Haven’t seen blue sky for days. We have sunlight from 9 to about 4:30 blah. Blaaaaaah.

However bakaramon is fantastic and honestly everyone IS so stinking cute it hurts. Thank you so much for the suggestion I’m loooooving it! 🙂

Night Waking

Cold wind along a cheek and heart a balloon swelling to explode

Feel it pushing at the edges of the ribs looking for a place to rub itself just so for the rupture that will be life blood spilling out the door

Of lips.

Paralyzed blink in the dark and see sparkles of light

Stars too far away to be of use they are just earrings for the sky

And black when eyes open and eyes close, there is

Black inside, black outside

The swelling balloon is painful then. Pressure builds inside the throat. Threads of spit and sadness cling to the parting circle of lips

First sound is hard. It skips and stutters as it leaves. A cracked voice like a brand new baby bird after it’s been crushed

No words. Despair has no words

Just feeling

A tsunami to consume, And lead limbs to aid in drowning.

Only the tears exploding can help

But those are bottled up inside

Within, the swelling balloon looks for a place to pierce itself

Finding nothing

Dark inside, dark outside

Smooth as unbroken useless glass

There will be no wrist slitting for this heart

Just the agony of swelling and never dying out

kokokrispies:

delightfulharmonypoetry:

kokokrispies:

delightfulharmonypoetry:

giada-luna:

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…I feel personally attacked

I’m gonna need a f*ckton of loose change….

Jesus Giada hahaha between you and me we could buy all of North America with our jars lolololol

DON’T DRAG ME LIKE THIS!

We should pool our change. Think about it. We could buy

The World

I’m in. I got years of ideas that have never seen the light of day, and the salty language to back it up. 😐

Yas! We will rule with a salty fist.

(Holy crap. Someone take the internet from me. I’m clearly exhausted and making a fool of myself)