human enough

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[flowerytale]

Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters

[flowerytale]

Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Ann Davidow-Goodman, featured in The Letters Of Sylvia Plath Volume I: 1940–1956

[Text ID: I know I’ll always think of you with something like hurt and nostalgia―and a great deal of love.]

[weltenwellen]

May Sarton, "Of Grief", Selected Poems

[allofmylove-14]

Why does staying away from you have to be this painful?

[snoppy]

Marge Piercy, “May Apple.” The Moon Is Always Female

Who is the real subject of most love poems? Not the beloved. It is the hole. When I desire you, a part of me is gone: my want of you partakes of me. So reasons the lover at the edge of eros. The presence of want awakens in him nostalgia for wholeness. His thoughts turn toward questions of personal identity: he must recover and reincorporate what is gone if he is to be a complete person. [...] Most people find something disturbingly lucid and true in Aristophanes’ image of lovers as people cut in half. All desire is for a part of oneself gone missing, or so it feels to the person in love.

Anne Carson, from Eros the Bittersweet

[Image ID: We are never the same after someone has first loved us. The self the other sees hangs in the mirror at least part time. /end ID]

[89words]

“Meeting you was unique. Nothing like you before. And nothing like you after.”

— Un Beau Soleil Intérieur (2017) dir. by Claire Denis

[thoughtkick]

“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

[allofmylove-14]

[innerpathwork]

[weltenwellen]

Marya Hornbacher, Waiting

[resqectable]

“Some birds are not meant to be caged, that’s all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.”

— Stephen King (via meineluft)

[weltenwellen]

Marya Hornbacher, Waiting

[weltenwellen]

bell hooks, All About Love

[oaluz]

“Do you already know that your existence—who and how you are—is in and of itself a contribution to the people and place around you? Not after or because you do some particular thing, but simply the miracle of your life. And that the people around you, and the place(s), have contributions as well? Do you understand that your quality of life and your survival are tied to how authentic and generous the connections are between you and the people and place you live with and in?”

adrienne maree brown, emergent strategy

[miserabella]

@alisonzai / marina, ‘soft to be strong’ / @subliming.jpg (quote by jeff brown) / call me by your name / jenny holzer

[sacredfemininegypsyheart-deacti]

The essence of being spiritual is learning how to be consciously human.

~Matt Kahn