Anonymous Athena

just trying to write without being afraid

[stephenstilwell-deactivated2021]

“Kiss me outside your front door. I want you just a little more.”

— s.s. (stephenstilwell)

[easied-deactivated20210904]

if trees could talk i’d probably get emotionally attached to them

[asoftwrongness]

It’s okay that you’re not who you thought you would be

[fala7ablues-blog]

wow this is one of the softest things I have read on here.

[indieluhv]

I needed this

[florulfauna]

little treasures

[pettymvmi-deactivated20190907]

stop letting shit slide, people be knowing wtf they be doing.

[biirthofvenus]

spell to

🍂🍁✨🍂🍁✨🍂🍁✨

fill your nights with wonder, 

make the autumn nights twinkle brighter,

make your chest ache with growing happiness, 

& wrap you in fall feelings

like to charge, reblog to cast

[halloqueen31]

[babyspicearchive-deactivated202]

you have to be shameless to be a poet like god how fucking embarrassing

[ambientwitch]

gym class was about getting so good at not being noticed that you were always the last one left on your team during dodgeball and everyone was begging you to throw balls at people but you simply could not and did not want to throw balls at people

[plutothewitch]

september will be kind. september will be magical. september will bring the missing energy. september will be working towards our goals and self. september will be a month full of growth.

[dniudsnf]

nice things:

the smell of lavender

oversized sweaters

dancing in the rain

musicals and plays

humming tunes

soft hearts

[daddyfuckedme]

[anonymousathena]

“No one worthy will ever make you feel worthless.”

—

[z-ehir-deactivated20200203]

yea it's ok to miss people but don't EVER forget why they aren't in your life anymore

[geopsych]

You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees

for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body

love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile the world goes on.

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain

are moving across the landscapes,

over the prairies and the deep trees,

the mountains and the rivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,

are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

the world offers itself to your imagination,

calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -

over and over announcing your place

in the family of things.

Wild Geese, by Mary Oliver.

I know I’ve posted this a few times before, but I needed it this morning after a night of troubled thought. Maybe somebody else needs it, too.

You do not have to be good...whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself...

[lifeinpoetry]

I want small signs of belonging. A child’s arms reaching up.

A thoughtless we that comes with habitual love.

— Aline Mello, from “When Looking for Home,” published in wildness

[oneandonly-ag]

I'm a slut for beautiful sunsets and the stars