June will be filled with joy.
June will be filled with love.
June will be filled with trust.
June will be filled with peace.
June will be filled with clarity.
June will be filled with miracles.
June will be filled with blessings.
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June will be filled with joy.
June will be filled with love.
June will be filled with trust.
June will be filled with peace.
June will be filled with clarity.
June will be filled with miracles.
June will be filled with blessings.
Joy Sullivan, from “Culpable”, Instructions for Traveling West
i always used to think it was really cheesy to say love never dies and people live on in your heart but i think i was actually just misunderstanding and that made it sound fake and thus cheesy. but it’s not fake. it’s so real. i still make jokes like my 6th grade best friend and i sing the way i do because of my best friend and crush in college. i love plants and to garden because my mom taught me how it felt to plant my fingers in wet soil underneath a warm and forgiving sun and help something grow into something different than before. i fold my clothes like my mom used to for me. i drive and drum on my steering wheel like my dad used to. my music and entertainment taste has a little piece of everyone in my heart, they talk to me all the time. I make my life beautiful through organizing and planning and believing in myself like my sister taught me to. I am a divine mosaic of everyone who has ever touched my heart. I take what my heart can and wants to hold close and i let the rest go. what’s left is divinity. my heart is always full, because people never really can leave you once they’ve loved you and you’ve loved them. we are all mosaics. separateness is a lie we are all told; we are all mosaics filled with one another, with some grander consciousness i like to call love.
“It is unbearable, this half-hearted limbo, this half-alive maybe. Obliterate me. Revive me. Either will do.”
— Noor Shirazie
“How violently do you shatter between the moments that keep you alive?”
— Noor Shirazie
“I guess my life hasn’t always been happy, or easy, or exactly what I wanted. At a certain point, I just have to try not to think too much about certain things, or else they’ll break my heart.”
— Jonathan Franzen, Freedom
“I can see weeds growing from your tongue when it used to carry rosebuds. Coarse words have stolen away the spring from your lips, leaving a harsh winter in its place.”
— Noor Shirazie
My wish: I want to say what happened to me. I want a say in what happens to me.
— Paul Tran, from “The Santa Ana,” All the Flowers Kneeling
"اللهُم ارفع عني حمل التفكير و الترتيب و دبرلي أمري أفضل مما أتمنى"
"Oh Allah, remove from me the burden of thinking and arrangement and manage my affairs better than I wish."
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Audre Lorde, from “A Litany for Survival”, The Collected Poems of Audre Lorde
Adonis, Selected Poems; “Beginnings of the Body, Ends of the Sea” (tr. Khaled Mattawa)
Because I am a woman who understands, I am asked to understand everything, to accept everything.
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
Every time I get a weird feeling about a person I be right
Audrey Hepburn / Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, Rien ne va plus / Mary Oliver, Long Life : Essays and Other Writings