Hi! I'm Noelle. :D
Ask me anything
I'm a 17-year old who has an incurable love for words.
Forever a reader and sometimes, a writer.
Thing I’m good at: writing
Thing I suck at: writing
Thing I like doing: writing
Thing I hate doing: writing
Thing I like doing: reading other people’s writing
Thing I hate doing: reading other people’s writing
Thing that makes me hopeful: writing
Thing that makes me hate myself: writing.
Please don’t get tired of me.
It happens every time. People lose interest in me. They get tired of me. Suddenly, they don’t bother hitting me up anymore. The conversations become shorter. They forget about me and I just become a distant memory. I wonder if it’s my fault sometimes. But then I realize that people never stay in my life. And there’s nothing I can do about it.
(Source: , via penandpoison)
I may or may not be cracking.
Pieces of me tend to chip away with the whips of an unforgiving breeze. Although that’s not entirely true -the biggest chunks of myself dissipated from the softest of whispers, nearly unheard.
And I’m slowly withering away to this broken vassal of skin and bone and meat that I can’t recognize.I’m empty and longing and waiting for that time when I can once again breathe sunlight and let its warmth dry the salty sadness traversing through my cheeks and lips.