Silver Rose

Hello! Sorry it's been a really long time 
          
          I had some personal stuff to deal with as well as a couple college courses, so I haven't had time to write. 
          
          If you've stuck around this long, I appreciate you so much, and I promise I will post again (Finals week is almost over )
          
          Thanks! ♥️

"Fog on her glasses
          From the still steaming tea
          A book in her hand 
          As she casually reads. 
          A catch in her breath
          As the climax grows near
          She's deaf to the world:
          The book's all she can hear.
          She's completely lost now, 
          Or perhaps she is found
          In this strange paper world
          That's far from the ground."
          
          -I can't find who by :'(
          

"Demons run when a good man goes to war."
          -River Song
          
          Omg I love Doctor Who! If you can, please what some, you won't regret it ;)

"The seas are wide,
          
          the oceans are deep,
          
          and demons lurk in the waters that separate us.
          
          But nothing compares to the monster I will become,
          
          if the world does not give you back to me."
          
          -Sorry, I can't find the person who wrote it :')

<333
          
          A Bookmark Near the End
          
          "He loves History. He wanted to write a biography of John Quincy Adams. I, shamefully, knew almost nothing about John Quincy Adams, so I went online and bought every biography of him I could find. One day, he called me, claiming that we wouldn't work out long term. He said he loved me but that we had different interests. "What does love mean to you?" I said. "That's an impossible question," he replied. I, however, find love to be quite simple. Love is the stack of biographies on my night stand with a bookmark near the end."
          
          - Julia Nicole Camp

I'm sorry everyone for not posting in a while. I've been so incredibly busy with school work and personal issues  Chapter 7 is in the workings, and it'll be out within a couple weeks!
          
          In the meantime, here's a poem for you! It comes from a Tumblr post I found and I'm sure you'll love it like I did
          
          "Someday I will have my own place. My world won't be confined to my room. I will stumble sleepily through the house in the mornings, opening the blinds. I will sit out in the backyard and look at the stars. I will go out whenever I want to. I will survive long enough to have that."
          
          There's always something to look forward to ♡

"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all."
          -Oscar Wilde
          
          Remember to do something that makes you truly happy today :)

If anyone is having a bad day, I'm sorry about that <3 maybe a poem can help?
          
          
          Red:
          
          Red is my favorite color.
          
          It’s the color of leaves in the fall,
          And those shoes that I love.
          
          Red is the color of your favorite flavor, 
          And it’s your favorite mug.
          
          It's the umbrella we shared that day
          And the rose you gave me.
          
          It’s the sheets in your bedroom, 
          And the comb you use.
          
          Red is your skin after we collide,
          It’s in your gaze when we meet.
          
          Red is the lust I feel when you're close,
          And the spark that ignites when we touch.
          
          It’s in the very fabric of our relationship,
          Sewn so deep it’s overwhelming,
          
          For red is the color of love,
          Of passion and ferocity,
          
          But it is also the color of hate. 
          Of the door slamming in my face.
          
          It’s in the ruthless way we fought,
          And the hateful insults you picked.
          
          Red was the jacket you had when you ran,
          And the suitcase I packed.
          
          Red was the sunset, 
          Painting the sky in my pain.
          
          But red was also in your eyes,
          The day we met again.
          
          Whether seen through rose colored glasses,
          Or through dark red hate,
          
          I could not say whether love is blind.
          I could not decide if it was right.
          
          But red is my favorite color,
          Because it reminds me of you.
          
          *If you'd like to hear the response, let me know ;)

Idk if anyone will see this, but the next chapter (coming out Sunday morning) will have depictions of attempted suicide.
          
          I'll another warning at the front of the chapter.
          
          Anyways, here's a quote :D
          
          "I will not be another flower, picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find, and impossible to forget."