Jenna Writes
Jenna Writes

Exhale Love. #painting #nyproject #poetics #art

Look, let’s give it up. Let’s just lay around and make love and take walks and talk a little. Let’s drive down and look at the ocean. It’s only 45 minutes. Let’s play games in the arcades. Let’s go to the races, the Art Museum, the boxing matches. Let’s have friends. Let’s laugh. This kind of life like everybody else’s kind of life: it’s killing us.

 - Charles Bukowski, Post Office (via theimperfectideal)

(via isolatedrefuge)


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I can’t be more clear about this: Writers support writers. We’re a community, we’re family, we’re all artists. Show love.

Five years down the road you
realize they’re still the only one
who fit you like skin and that
their flaws and faults actually
matched well with yours and
that’s when you remember the
way their laugh cracked you
up before you knew what was
funny and what I’m trying to
say here is don’t let me go.

 - anne, the one that didn’t get away (via anneisrestless)

wildfire by jen

everything i touch turns to ash


i never run voluntarily so if u ever see me running you should start running too bc something is coming

(via breatheasyhoney)

Personal: This week has been hell.  

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I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty house, the warm hazy weariness from a day spent setting strawberry runners in the sun, a glass of cool sweet milk, and a shallow dish of blueberries bathed in cream. Now I know how people can live without books, without college. When one is so tired at the end of a day one must sleep, and at the next dawn there are more strawberry runners to set, and so one goes on living, near the earth. At times like this I’d call myself a fool to ask for more …

 - Sylvia Plath, from her journals (via heliophobus)

(via avirginsbeauty-deactivated20140)

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