Indifferenza

Namita Dhawan (or N.D) ,20. I love quotes, the amalgamation of words, and the beauty of language. The way that beautiful words feel when you say them out loud is like a drug to me. I write, or at least try, and will be putting up some of my work here. Just click the 'writing' tab.

You turned my tears into dew drops

guillotined-heart:

You cultivated your heartstrings on the slopes of my knees

left traces of your presence in the gaps of my teeth.

You climbed my mountains and captured all it’s sunsets

so all I’d ever see is the sun rise, never set, never dull, always bright.

Told me how that magnificent view took your breath…

"Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well."

— Richard Siken (via ne0ntigress)

Scars

guillotined-heart:

Sometimes you just gotta let go

and feel what your heart

wants you to feel.

You gotta have the courage to

let your walls down, and fall.

Breathe in the love,

Breathe in the hate,

Breathe in every pure emotion,

Not clouding it with your thoughts,

Not clouding it with your resistance.

Free fall.

And you might get hurt on the way,

But how much could you have learned about yourself,

If you died without any scars?

~Namita

(via ne0ntigress)

"Sometimes the poem has more friends than the poet."

— Jennifer Moxley, Fragments of a Broken Poetics  (via ne0ntigress)

(Source: larmoyante, via ne0ntigress)

"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession."

Robert Frost

(Source: goodreads.com, via englishmajorinrepair)

"I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion."

— Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via introspectivepoet)

(Source: wikiquote.com, via introspectivepoet)

guillotined-heart:

Darkness does not exist,
Its merely the absence of light.
Do you know how dark my life gets,
In your absence?

-Namita Dhawan

guillotined-heart:

Ever wondered why
trees don’t grow
on mountain tops?

Even human beings,
never root themselves
to uneven ground.

-Namita Dhawan

My aunt grew her plants in teapots. They are so adorable!

My aunt grew her plants in teapots. They are so adorable!