I like to write. And reblog.
Here you will read stories and see pictures of a Whitman enthusiast, grammar lover, bookworm, self-proclaimed poet, aspiring writer, journalism major, and social media addict who is long-winded at times, intrigued by Transcendentalists, and learning about self-love and her place in the world. (P.S. You may have known me in a past life as arbama) I don't always follow back but am more than willing to look at your blog if you ask nicely. And, if tumblr's down or the ask box breaks, you can contact me at xarbamax@gmail.com
cool kids chillin'Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
I pretended to write tonight.
But instead of all that boring reading, you get to look at pretty pictures!
I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
Edgar Allan Poe (via caigecollect)
Friday
There are so many stars staring down at me tonight
I want to gather them all in my palms,
To let them float between my fingers,
Drift into a jar with
The sticky remnants of sweet strawberry jam
I want them beside me forever, lighting my tired eyes
I want them to sing me to sleep, to tell me my dreams
But, wait, you say a star cannot live in a jar?
And if they fade, I’m the only one to blame?
But where do I go from here?
The heavens are vast and dark
I fear they might consume me, or
I’ll become a star in a mason jar
(Source: sleeplesssongs)
New layout?
I think so.
I Still Need You
I hit my knees again
And cried out,
Out beyond the sky
Til my throat was sore.
And now, those troubles,
They are gone
But I…
I still need you, Lord.
(Source: sleeplesssongs)
