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I almost thanked you for teaching me something about survival back there, but then I remembered that the ocean never handed me the gift of swimming. I gave it to myself.

Y.Z, what I forgot to remember (via

rustyvoices

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Woah

(via lalunafemme)

pigmenting

Jennifer Willoughby, “I Have a Secret Admirer” in Beautiful Zero

wordsnquotes

And every wound has the shape of your mouth.

Pablo Neruda, Fragmento de La tierra, Los versos del capitán (1951-1952)

original: “Y cada herida tiena la forma de tu boca.”

(via wordsnquotes)

thegirlwhocrieswolf

New year, new piece ♡ More poetry here

lifeinpoetry

I use my dead language like an arsonist uses his body for kindling, How I set myself on fire for something I can’t say, How some things are still burning light.

— Sean Glatch, from “Happy Poem,″ 4:41

heislergoldale

eclipse /// the girl with the hungry eyes

beholdingslut

Remember that the world began in a manic episode, too. God likes to hoard sharp things, just like you. We are saving you. And we need to hear it one more time: Who knows best?

Lydia Havens, From the Voices, published in “Pouch” (via sonnywortzik)

lifeinpoetry

I’m not ashamed Love is large and monstrous

Maggie Nelson, from “Something Bright, Then Holes,” Something Bright, Then Holes (via lifeinpoetry)

goodquoteco

It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.

E.M. Forster, A Room with a View (via hqlines)

wordsnquotes

Be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.

Aurelia Plath (advice from Sylvia Plath’s mother), qtd in Sylvia Plath’s The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via thewastedgeneration)

ladyjanelives

dear samantha i’m sorry we have to get a divorce i know that seems like an odd way to start a love letter but let me explain: it’s not you it sure as hell isn’t me it’s just human beings don’t love as well as insects do i love you.. far too much to let what we have be ruined by the failings of our species i saw the way you looked at the waiter last night i know you would never DO anything, you never do but.. i saw the way you looked at the waiter last night did you know that when a female fly accepts the pheromones put off by a male fly, it re-writes her brain, destroys the receptors that receive pheromones, sensing the change, the male fly does the same. when two flies love each other they do it so hard, they will never love anything else ever again. if either one of them dies before procreation can happen both sets of genetic code are lost forever. now that… is dedication. after Elizabeth and i broke up we spent three days dividing everything we had bought together like if i knew what pots were mine like if i knew which drapes were mine somehow the pain would go away this is not true after two praying mantises mate, the nervous system of the male begins to shut down while he still has control over his motor functions he flops onto his back, exposing his soft underbelly up to his lover like a gift she then proceeds to lovingly dice him into tiny cubes spooning every morsel into her mouth she wastes nothing even the exoskeleton goes she does this so that once their children are born she has something to regurgitate to feed them now that.. is selflessness i could never do that for you so i have a new plan i’m gonna leave you now i’m gonna spend the rest of my life committing petty injustices i hope you do the same i will jay walk at every opportunity i will steal things i could easily afford i will be rude to strangers i hope you do the same i hope reincarnation is real i hope our petty crimes are enough to cause us to be reborn as lesser creatures i hope we are reborn as flies so that we can love each other as hard as we were meant to. ”

Jared Singer, “An Entomologist’s Last Love Letter”

wordsnquotes

I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein (via words-and-coffee)

#ahhhhhh