flower press sighs

twenty-one-recovering-writer

[lifeinpoetry]

How many ghosts must I always carry with me? / How much more must I expand to accommodate?

Chloë Rose, from “Haunted,” published in Anomaly  (via lifeinpoetry)

[lifeinpoetry]

My first love was silence. I built myself from scratch and no one listened. […] All that womanhood caught in the roof of my mouth was like honey. I knew it would never go bad so I never said a word about it.

Joshua Jennifer Espinoza, from “My First Love” (via lifeinpoetry)

[amargedom]

“It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.”

Pulp, Charles Bukowski   (via amargedom)

[leondore]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I feel restricted, my soul is restricted inside me, I need another living space.

Andrei Tarkovsky, from a diary entry featured in Time Within Time; The Diaries (1970 - 1986 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[nicethingsinuglyhandwriting]

I am always sure that you understand my feelings, always sure that you feel // T.S. Eliot.

[blue-voids]

Lourdes Sanchez - Anemones, 2014

[thecraziethewizard]

by Jeremiah Probodanu (Instagram: THECRAZIETHEWIZARD)

[areasonablydressedwoman]

[luxuryera]

Lɪᴋᴇ Iᴄᴇ | Photographer

[thequotejournals]

Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it. If I wanted to detach completely, I would move my body away. I would stop the conversation midsentence. I would leave the bed. Instead, I hover over it for a second. I glance off in another direction. But I always glance back at you.

David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary (via thequotejournals)

[delta-breezes]

Christopher Kerksieck | @chriskerksieck

[delta-breezes]

Emma Mitchell | @silverpebble2

[delta-breezes]

[lifeinpoetry]

Today, my heart, like the front door, stands open for the first time in months.

Raymond Carver, from “Bankruptcy,” Fires: Essays, Poems, Stories (via lifeinpoetry)

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cool photos of the harvest moon 

[kinomiroir]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

As I Was Moving Ahead, Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty (2000) dir. by Jonas Mekas