notbolin:

don’t talk to me i’ll get attached and hate everyone else that talks to you

later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered
where does it hurt?


it answered
everywhere
everywhere
everywhere.

directionerboyanddirectionergirl:

Trust my rage | via Tumblr en We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/88028028

directionerboyanddirectionergirl:

Trust my rage | via Tumblr en We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/88028028

Maybe it’s time I should start seeing things that reminds me of you just as it is. Your favorite band as just another rock band. Our favorite song as just another song. And well, eveything as just ordinary things without deeper meaning.

While at the workshop earlier, I asked my photography teacher Aliya how old she is and she said she’s 26. Then when she knew I was 23 she said she wished she was my age. I felt a little proud because I didn’t think 23 was young enough that anyone would wish to be, but I thought that when I’m older, I would also maybe wish that I was 23 again so maybe I’d live my best 23 because I won’t get any younger than this.

writinqueen:

i wanted to post this because I was unsure whether or not I should start posting some of the stories I’ve written, so give me some feedback if you like! This is an excerpt from one called "The Tenth Letter" 
8.18.13; [By: Julie Martinez]
**follow my instagram @juliemartinez for more poems!!**

writinqueen:

i wanted to post this because I was unsure whether or not I should start posting some of the stories I’ve written, so give me some feedback if you like! This is an excerpt from one called "The Tenth Letter" 

8.18.13; [By: Julie Martinez]

**follow my instagram @juliemartinez for more poems!!**