It is said that the stars are merely
balls of heat and light;
a result of calculated explosions
and well timed sparks.

But I reject that.

I reject the thought of the countless
wishes I’ve made upon falling stars
to be nothing more than overly optimistic
worlds laced with mindless equations.

My hands have burned countless times
so my dreams could be validated by the likes of you

My skin has bore witness
to the chill of black holes.
Black holes that have attempted
to suck the life out of me.
Don’t you dare tell me
my dreams have lost their fire.

How do you think I fought my way out of the dark?

I shaped my own galaxies dwelling within my life.
that do not need solid facts from textbooks to thrive.
I have lifted them with my own breath;
fed them with pure flesh and blood.
My scars and burns can testify to that.

I have given birth to planets
when I’ve barely lived myself.

There were times
when I saw myself to be a white dwarf;
such a scene of destruction to behold.
But I tore my hand away from the eruption
and wrote my dreams upon the sky.

Our ancestors have built their world around God-given stars.
Not me.

I forge my own stars within my skin,
nobody can tell me otherwise.

by stargazing has never been more beautiful | S. R.
My dreams are the fairy tales I believe in.
by as if my thoughts form clouds. | S. R. (via vanilla-revenge)
Friday, 08:30 PM   + 20
quotes   life   life quotes  
My stars are forged
In the Roman candles of
My nights filled with vodka, friends, And magic.
by S. R.
Wednesday, 09:02 PM   + 4
I can’t be the one to fight off all your monsters.
But I can promise to hand you a sword
And cheer you on from the sidelines
As you kill them yourself.
by S. R.
Sunday, 08:50 PM   + 67

Writing requests

I seem to have stumbled across a bit of writers block. Although only a small pebble in my life it’s beginning to dull my writing. Until it’s cleared up, I’ll be taking requests, lovelies.

Saturday, 11:48 AM   + 2
poetry   writing   requests   asks   vanilla-revenge  
They tell you broken girls will be fixed eventually
But why were you supposed to shatter in the first place?
by S. R.
Wednesday, 07:44 PM   + 5


nothing else can compare

Sunday, 09:01 PM   + 4624
not mine   photo   quote  
You crush your lungs to make room for these people
When all they tell you is that you’re not even deserving of breathing.
by S. R.
Saturday, 09:01 PM   + 3
My parents were supposed to teach me how to dance.
But instead of learning the waltz, I found myself tiptoeing through my entire childhood,
Just so their anger wouldn’t erupt and burn me.
by S. R.
Friday, 11:11 PM   + 2
My dreams are the fairy tales I believe in.
by as if my thoughts form clouds. | S. R. (via vanilla-revenge)
Wednesday, 08:48 PM   + 20
quotes   writing   poetry   spilled ink   my writing