May 2013
441 posts
the year of letting go
of understanding loss, grace of the word ‘no’
and also...
– Warsan Shire (via commovente)
fluttering-slips:
Cosi
What god knew to take her speech? She never said “I love you.” Not once. She always used her eyes.
Francis Masat
I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite...
– Charles Bukowski, Screams From the Balcony (via fleeingsouls)
Your value doesn’t decrease based on someone’s inability to see your worth.
– (the accuracy)
learning this slowly (via inbetweenlove)
Your 20’s are your ‘selfish’ years. It’s a decade to immerse yourself in every...
– Kyoko Escamilla (via beatsandbrushes) (via marybriana)
You tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more, tried to be softer,...
– Warsan Shire (via c-oquetry)
A book can teach you, a conversation can assure you, a poem can seduce you, a...
– Anthony Anaxagorou (via creatingaquietmind)
Problems of Not Belonging
fluentlyfaithless:
When people ask where I’m from I find myself caught between What I believe, What people expect, And the truth; Where I was born, Where I am now, And the knowledge That I have not remained In a single place long enough To belong there.
Tomorrow, you promise yourself, will be different, yet, tomorrow is too often a...
– James T. Mckay (via bokura)
inderacinable:
.إني خيرتُكِ فاختاري ما بينَ الموتِ على صدري أو فوقَ دفاترِ أشعاري
I have given you the opportunity to choose so choose whether to die on my chest or on the pages of my poetry.
Nizar Qabbani
and the gulf enters the sea and so forth,
none of them emptying anything,
all...
– Lucille Clifton, the mississippi river empties into the gulf (via hiniascott)
You must not fear, hold back, count or be a miser with your thoughts and...
– Anais Nin As I’ve said many times before, Anais Nin is the author that made me start writing myself. I’m fascinated by her relentless, fearless exploration of herself. She was a tender, flawed, fascinating woman. She left behind tender, flawed, fascinating work. (via clementinevonradics)
I believe everything in our life, every person in our life, every relationship,...
– Beyonce (via astrangearrhythmia)
Punch in the Face Poetry: "The Thing Is," Ellen... →
punch-in-the-face-poetry:
To love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;…
…and I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life after people who interest...
– Jack Kerouac. (via oscarprgirl)