beauty in the chaos

sometimes i write poems

[exit152]

ppl wanna accuse august of so much but I think u guys are just mad that it’s one of the only months tht isn’t faking it like August knows it is the cusp of the slow slide back into something else it knows it is the month of pretty grief and sweat and bug bites and if it’s putting a mirror in front of ur face and that makes u mad well it’s not August’s fault don’t blame the messenger!

[onlydoll]

“Well, of course I’ve tried lavender. And pulling my memory out, ribbonlike and dripping. And shrieking into my pillow. And writing the poems. And making more friends. And baking warm brown cookies. And therapy. And intimacy. And pictures of rainbows. And all of the movies about lovers and the terrible things they do to each other. And watching the ones in other languages. And leaving the subtitles off. And listening to the language. And forgetting my name. And feeling the dirt on my skin. And screaming in the shower. And changing my shampoo. And living alone. And cutting my hair. And buying a turtle. And petting the cat. And traveling. And writing more poems. And touching a different body. And digging a grave. And digging a grave. Of course, I’ve tried it. Of course I have.”

— september is a weary month, yasmin belkhyr (via wildflowerveins)

[solassitudes]

my singing voice is good for showers and mornings in the kitchen and drunken nights and lullabies for babies who need sleep and im okay with this

[solassitudes]

i think it’s silly to be ashamed of your art because it’s not in a museum and of your voice because it’s not selling out stadiums. there will always be people who enjoy and appreciate what you can do.

[rosesastrology]

Idk why but this hit me really hard and I’ve been staring at it for a couple minutes.

[ethuil]

[heavensghost]

Postcard from Gone, Leila Chatti

[likewildhorses]

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[perrfectly]

“If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me…And I don’t want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it, too. I want them to be able to do whatever they want around me.”

— Stephen Chbosky (via perrfectly)

[miratti-deactivated20201206]

on self love + care:

1. "I treat myself like I would my daughter. I brush her hair, wash her laundry, tuck her in goodnight. Most importantly, I feed her. I do not punish her. I do not berate her, leave tears staining her face. I do not leave her alone. I know she deserves more. I know I deserve more." (i know i deserve more, michelle k)

2. “Don’t forget to love her. The little girl you used to be. Perhaps She lies within you. Untucked. Sleeping peacefully.” (nurture, kiana llanos)

3. "These days I wake up crying

holding myself in my arms

rocking myself like a mother

repeating

it's all right- i'm here." (rocking, nuela archer)

4. "There’s a little girl in my head & she screams 'unloved! unloved! unloved!' every moment of my life (@star-eaters)

"There’s a woman in my head now & she holds the little girl and says “I will take care of you and we will be alright” when the little girl screams and together they are learning how to trust each other" (@antidecay)

[mer-se]

“In my dreams I am kissing your mouth and you’re whispering ‘where have you been?’ I say, ‘I’ve been lost but I’m here now. You’re the only person who has ever been able to find me.’”

— Sue Zhao

[antigonick]

“Please one more kiss in the kitchen before we turn the lights off”

— W. S. Merwin, “Wish”, in The Essential W. S. Merwin

[exit152]

every warm body is an excuse for another. I don’t mean that. I mean, I just want to grow up, again. this time, make it pretty. make it quieter. inside it’s cold and outside it’s colder, so what’s the point in acting like this isn’t the truth. the way we live is a miraculous light display. Or, like the ones on the lawn. Like the single string on gutters. we are so gloriously boring. We are suburban Christmas. Preheating the car. sex in front of the tv and pizza on the floor. How embarrassing, you’d say. I say, I love it. Shameless and mundane. My favorite crime. I wish I could say it, that ive been the howling girl. So I’ll take this, instead. Sweaty backs against backs, you in my bathrobe, hair over your ears. I read about this. I thought, no one told me it’s so easy, to love like you kno what you’re doing.

[wildfairy]

“I want to know what it means to survive something. does it just mean I get to keep my body?”

— Olivia Gatwood, found in Life of the Party

[buttonpoetry]

“I need you like power chords—you are loud in all of the right ways, you keep the static quiet, you help cover up my mistakes.”

— Jared Singer, from Forgive Yourself These Tiny Acts of Self-Destruction

[perrfectly]

“I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. You may not know where you’re going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you.””

— C. JoyBell C. (via perrfectly)

[heavensghost]

Natalie Wee, Our bodies & other fine machines

@natalieweepoetry

[devotionsofmaryoliver]

go home - julien baker

[buttonpoetry]

“I’m ashamed I don’t trust anger. I’m ashamed I don’t trust the idea of home.”

— Aaron Coleman, “On Surrender”

[okay]

good night human beings may we fall in love with someone deserving