My Perception Versus Reality @annagreywatson - Tumblr Blog

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.

Louise Erdrich (via help-n-quotes)

bibliobibuliscz

Let nothing come between you and the light.

Henry David Thoreau (via afrouif)

thatadult

This year I will

1. Release my inhibitions 2. Feel the rain on my skin

daftpostpunk

you better pop lock and drop that attitude

sheismyshe-deactivated20190201

“The Italian philosopher Vico had this theory that time moves more in a spiral than it does in a line. He believes that’s why we repeat ourselves, including our tragedies, and that if we are more faithful to this movement, we can move away from the epicenter through distance and time, but we have to confront it every time. I’ve been thinking about trauma—how it’s repetitive, and how we recreate it, and how memory is fashioned by creation. Every time we remember, we create new neurons, which is why memory is so unreliable. I thought, “Well if the Greek root for ‘poet’ is ‘creator,’ then to remember is to create, and, therefore, to remember is to be a poet.” I thought it was so neat. Everyone’s a poet, as long as they remember.”

- Ocean Vuong, What’s your mood when you write?

artist-klee

New Angel, 1920, Paul Klee

macrolit

I don’t believe in ‘best of’ books. It creates a hierarchy, and books are not hierarchy, books are medicine. We read what we need to heal us.

Sandra Cisneros (via macrolit)

crystalwrote

If I am a witch, then so be it, I said. And I took to eating black things - huitlacoche the corn mushroom, coffee, dark chiles, the bruised part of fruit, the darkest, blackest things to make me hard and strong.

Sandra Cisneros, “Eyes of Zapata” (via aquietcottagelife)