AOAC

Art.Poetry.Literature.Psychology

[aoacampbell]

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[cultofeevee]

“I remember every metaphor I used for you. It’s beautiful how quickly I ran out. It was just so difficult to describe a forest at the bottom of an ocean on fire. You were soft, I was quiet. I remember every park bench, every broken sidewalk, every open sky. It was so whole. I remember breathing, and the lovely amount of effort it required. I hope you do too. They say writers remember the important things; I say they are liars. I remember you wore a purple flannel the first time I saw you, even though it isn’t your favorite colour. I remember that you take your coffee black, and your tea with plenty of honey. I remember the way your eyes changed colour based on the weather, and the way you looked at the sky, like it was endless. You were endless. I remember everything you taught me. They say writers remember the important things; I remember you.”

— I’ll always remember you (via christopherevan)

[pou-voir]

“If someday the moon calls you by your name don’t be surprised, Because every night I tell her about you.”

— Shahrazad al-Khalij (via wordsnquotes)

[mostbeautiful-royal]

“I missed you even when I was with you. That’s been my problem. I miss what I already have, and I surround myself with things that are missing.”

— Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via quotes-shape-us)

[saatchiart]

Artist of the Day | John Monson See more works

[theprettygirlthegoldenmiles]

“You kiss me with your mouth wide open like you’re not afraid of swallowing poison. I taste the good and bad in you and want them both. We call this bravery.”

— Anita Ofokansi, Literary Sexts  (via putaetoe)

[theflowerslooklikepeopleatlast]

“No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.”

— C. S. Lewis

[americanbread]

“I burned so long so quiet you must have wondered if I loved you back. I did, I did, I do.”

— Annelyse Gelman, from “The Pillowcase,” Everyone I Love is a Stranger to Someone (via lifeinpoetry)

[tobaccoflower]

Robert Frank (b. 1924,  Zürich, Switzerland) Untitled (Children with Sparklers in Provincetown) 1958

[birthmark-poetry]

“In the burned house I am eating breakfast. You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast, yet here I am.”

— Margaret Atwood, from “Morning in the Burned House” (via thekidshouse)

[mothwood]

fog and thunder clouds over autumn

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Rune lazuli

[feral-ballad]

Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “Cutting Odette’s Fingernails”

[aoacampbell]

I want to be a writer but I don't know how.

"Start with something simple", they say. "Write down the first thing that comes into your mind every morning, when you wake up."

I wish I was asleep- I want to die.

or they say

"Write down the words you've never been able to say aloud."

I love you- I loved you. is all that comes out.

-- Impersonating Neruda (2014)

[aoacampbell]

I have depression. I have since I was a child. I have struggled every single day of my life with it BUT after 24 years I am learning how to live with it and how to be successful in spite of it. However, no one ever tells you this but it is so hard, SO SO hard, to accept that you might actually be capable or deserving of success. It’s my last semester of my undergrad and my marks are the best they’ve ever been and I have a dog which I’m keeping very happy and healthy. All things considered I have been doing great but for some reason all of these things are making me feel more depressed than i have been in about two years. I’m so confused. These things are signs of wellness. Why do they make me feel so ill? 

[amargedom]

“Life becomes easier when you learn to accept an apology you never got.”

Robert Brault (via amargedom)