Lives of the innocent change during wars. Especially the biggest wars, like the Last Great Time War. It was a fight between the Daleks and Timelords for all of eternity, and both lost. It was all because of me, Starlit, the Weapon, as they called me and keep doing so. But I wasn't alone, a man named the Doctor was the...
Danielle Gates has lived amongst humans for years. Her entire life, actually. But when a blue police box appears in her room, her curious mind takes hold and she enters without a knock. "Danielle! Great to see you! Now, we have much to do! Grab your things and let's go!" A man yells out, surprising me. I almost jump o...
Pjo Hoo Headcanons! Most of these are mainly mine. I will give credits to the owner if it is not mine. I would greatly appreciate it if some of you could request some topics for me!! :) Note: I will only be shipping Percabeth, Frazel, Jiper, Solangelo, etc.
Violet smith is an alien... well that's what most people think with her freakish dreams and longing to soar the skies and escape the daily life of an orphan living with her adopted sister and mother, school bullies and everything normal. The Doctor watches waiting for the day he can show that special girl the stars ag...
❝once upon a time there was a girl,❞ copyright©2015-Lacei Stafford cover credits to the all amazing @prosetry
my hands write down words my brain can't contain anymore. [highest rankings omfg: #75 in poetry / #358 in random]
❝moon dust in your lungs, stars in your eyes. you are a child of the cosmos and ruler of the skies.❞ she was a glorious being, kissed by the stars, her slender fingers coated with mars dust. carve constellations into her skin, sprinkle planets into her hair, and throw her up into the sky, so that ot...
❝I may not be a good writer but I choose to be the words.❞ My own poetry. My own self. ☮
you are the words left unsaid on my dry lips the whisper of something i wanted but could not have
My soul within rages like a sea--it crashes against this world like the waves ravage the shoreline.
A poem or letter for each year you've been alive. Unfortunately, I've only known you for one year (today being the anniversary of when we've met), but that one year has been one of my best years (out of 20, too)--because you've been in my life. I love you, Farah Bearah.
A collection of my boring essays I've written so far in college. A various group of essays, from History and English classes to Film classes. From topics of Mesopotamian society, feminism, zombies, and pyschopaths. (BEWARE: most of these will be horrible, because I hate writing academic papers and I suck at formal sty...
This is a book of poetry that I really like. I've either written it myself or found it on instagram and tumblr ect. note: IT'S NOT MINE UNLESS I SAY SOO!
Lebensmüde is a German word that has no English equivalent. The word literally means being tired of life and was used to describe the dramatic and soul-crushing emotional agony of young Romantic poets. Nowadays, the word is simply used for when someone is going to do something stupid and reckless. ***This book is dedi...
Hireath: (n) A homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was. For the home I haven't yet returned to. ***************************** A book of poems and the occasional response to writing prompts. Or both. My escape when I can't find it in real life.
"A short story is a love affair, a novel is a marriage. A short story is a photograph; a novel is a film." ― Lorrie Moore
❝ abluent; a medical cleansing agent ❞ I want to wash away all this sadness in my soul. This book is for all the times I've felt depressed, and for all the people who I no longer have in my life. Whether Death took them from me, or they left by choice...this book is for them. No, wait. It's for ME. ME being able to d...
A human meets it's soul. That's when the human transparency begins, the human starts writing and realizing who it was, a and will be. " This is not poetry, this is the loss of sanity". -H.L.
his hands were blue his eyes black his lips were white and his cheeks red but all people saw was a rainbow s h o r t p o e m s - a k a :: results of too often exaggerated yet too real emotions number twenty-eight in poetry on april seventeenth (just how??) [lowercase intended] w a r n i n g : some poems deal with sen...
