The Storm Inside of Me
Artist. Photographer. Blogger.

An artist lost in the stars.

❝ I am figuring out which parts of my personality are mine 
and which ones I created to please you. ❞

- The Dust On This Poem Could Choke You/ Lora Mathis lora-mathis (via possibilityofliving)

modestmgmtofficial:

everything’s so funny when u use the wrong measurement:

  • 5 gallons of homework
  • mouthful of lint
  • 20 degrees of facial oil
  • 7 pints of china
  • handful of fergi
  • 60 mph of dad

❝ I couldn’t get to sleep. The book lay nearby. A thin object on the divan. So strange. Between two cardboard covers were noises, doors, howls, horses, people. All side by side, pressed tightly against one another. Boiled down to little black marks. Hair, eyes, voices, nails, legs, knocks on doors, walls, blood, beards, the sound of horseshoes, shouts. All docile, blindly obedient to the little black marks. The letters run in mad haste, now here, now there. The a’s, f’s, y’s, k’s all run. They gather together to create a horse or a hailstorm. They run again. Now they create a dagger, a night, a murder. Then streets, slamming doors, silence. Running and running. Never stopping. ❞

- Ismail Kadare, Chronicle in Stone (via notkai)

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