The Nervous Duck Writes

teralyn. 22. taken. fangirl. workaholic. queer. city of trees. its just me and you, welcome to my so called life.

Everything i write/post here is based on real life or otherwise tagged as "fiction"

My biggest fear is not that you will not return my love. My biggest fear is that you will. What would I do if you actually reciprocated what I feel for you? Would I run? Too afraid of letting you to give it a go? That’s my history, my method of operation. Everything that I’ve done in the past is push people away before they can hurt me. Would you fight for me? Would you push through my fears and say “no. I love you and I won’t let you go”. Not likely. As you said from the beginning “if I find someone else its all good. If you find someone else its all good”. But that was 6 months ago. Neither you nor I are the same person. I just pray i stick around long enough to find out.


i want to kiss you but also punch you in the dick you fucking dumb.

Learn to say ‘no’ without explaining yourself.
I don’t fear commitment. I fear wasting my time.
I just… wish you were here.

I’m falling for him. Big time. It feels like my heart is being dragged down to the depths of the sea. And I’m doing nothing to stop it.

Maybe it’s just something girls tell themselves when they’re with a guy who won’t commit.

I don’t need the world to know that we belong to each other. He proves it to me when its just him and I. When we’re together in his car and he holds my hand or when he puts on those songs that get me every time. That’s what really matters: he shows his true self when we’re together

Like I said: maybe I just say that because he won’t commit.


A writer finds words. That is how the dowsing works.
And I fail them with you, with words about soft lips
Your bones, heart, skin, your eyes as deep starshine.
I am failing you
                        — failing us —
                                                  I am failing me 
And the latter worries me so much more — full stop

(via garnetportrait)

We had soaring embers in our lungs
Breathing as the passion cauterized our throats
Charred and fragile bolts held together
Whatever remained of this frame of bones
Like the undead we roamed through
A past no one could savage
Not the love of distant fathers
Nor the lips of future lovers
There’s but a burn-pile awaiting us all
The Remnants of a Poet ”All will burn” Garnetportrait Prompt 14 “fire” (via remnantsofapoet)

This is amazing

(via garnetportrait)