Reluctancy

[antex-blog1]

Don’t lie to me

[tylerknott]

Sometimes it’s sleeping, that carries intimacy, more than anything.

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

[allieinterrupted]

I could wish for something softer but you know me. I love a tragedy. I love when it’s urgent.

Caitlyn Siehl, Daydream (via jakeperaltas)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

She talks with wolves, without knowing what sort of beasts they are: Where have you been all my life? they ask. Where have I been all my life? she replies.

Margaret Atwood, from Good Bones and Simple Murders; “Let Us Now Praise Stupid Women,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[kushandwizdom]

The goal is to be present in everything you do, not perfect.

cirino

(via kushandwizdom)

[kingdomsinthewild]

We do not call ourselves brave for the little things anymore.

Reyna N.A., HONEY published in: Kingdoms in the Wild (via 7-weeks)

[julies-sketchbook-blog]

[haleyincarnate]

Someone teach me how to love without giving myself over entirely too soon. Someone teach me how to love without giving up my entire heart like an adoration-hungry beast.

[serialstranger]

[cohnstellation]

cohnstellation

[terrible]

Copy Paper Challenge Piece #10 by Danny O’Connor

[lifeinpoetry]

(oh Mary, like a God, I too take pleasure in knowing you were not all holy, that ache could undo you like a knot)

Leila Chatti, from “Confession,” published in Ploughshares (via lifeinpoetry)

[pigmenting]

In the story, you fall in love with a girl on another planet. She’s been dead for years, but through your telescope you watch her laugh, laughing too. You wave when she, remembering her smallness, remembers the stars.

Annelyse Gelman, “Love Poem” in Everyone I Love is a Stranger to Someone (via pigmenting)

[wnq-movies]

I have loved you. I did my best.

The Theory of Everything (2014), Dir. James Marsh (via veinings)

[clementinevonradics]

I hated him most for not having the courage to ruin us grandly. To break all the dishes and burn down the house. Instead he sunk quiet into the arms of a beautiful, weak little bird. Denied me my spilled blood, my great war, everything except his confession.

One Last Poem For The Man Who Cheated, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)

[drowsyspace]

Things I told myself in 2015 Each year gets tougher than the last. 

[inkskinned]

i take my vitamins but i eat a cupcake for breakfast. i talk to people but i keep them at a distance, don’t let them know anything that could get them close. i go to therapy but when she says “i think that’s an unhealthy coping mechanism” i laugh it off. i’m trying to take care of myself but it’s hard. like loving a gift you didn’t even want. 

[jodiefoster]

i’m not sleepy in a cute way but in a chronic depression and insomnia way