Coyote Rose

26 // Sagittarius // just another alien in human form

[oddness]

things i’m good at:

not answering texts/chats

getting my hopes up 

daydreaming

being awkward

pissing people off

sleeping

[weltenwellen]

Melissa Ho, from "Dialogue for New Mothers"

[wrotten]

i identify as a bottle of red wine smashed on the tile floor of a grocery store

[libragoddess1993]

How long they choose to love you will never be your decision.

[newrelationshipgoals]

A happy relationship is about three things: memories of togetherness, the forgiveness of mistakes and a promise to never give up on each other.

[flowerytale]

Safia Elhillo from “Geneva”, Girls That Never Die: Poems

[thehopefulquotes]

“I’m not into convincing people I’m worthy. I’m into people who’ll convince me on my worst days that I’m still worth the world.”

— Reyna Biddy

[champagnearab]

I never faked a “I love you or I miss you” I always faked that “i’m okay”.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

my love, how would your ever know that i have written the most dreadfully beautiful things about you? where do i put down this beauty that i find in you? where do i put down the thoughts of your pain that you never mention but i just know? where do i put the “could have been”? where do i put my heart, for if it isn’t supposed to be in your arms?

[weltenwellen]

Leila Chatti, from "Postcard from Gone"

[valentina-poem]

[stay-close]

“Thank you for misunderstanding me, rejecting me and not seeing me and teaching me to always see myself.”

— Unknown

[perfectquote]

“I never realized what a big deal that was. How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.”

— Nina LaCour

[bluthethriving]

It such a big deal and only a few will understand.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

i am tired of psychoanalysing myself and my actions at this point.

[metamorphesque]

"White Night", Anna Akhmatova (translated by D. M. Thomas)

[typewriter-worries]

[ Text ID:

I haven’t locked the door,

Nor lit the candles,

You don’t know don’t care,

That tired I haven’t the strength

To decide to go to bed.

Seeing the fields fade in

The sunset murk of pine-needles,

And to know all is lost,

That life is a cursed hell:

I’ve got drunk

On your voice in the doorway.

I was sure you’d come back. ]

[weltenwellen]

Aeon Ginsberg, from "Poem in Which I Transition into a Succulent"

[szekelymonika]

Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis