dis·til·la·tion

The extraction of the essential meaning or most important aspects of something.

[boneslikeporcelain]

"Dear Ex-Lover" —Jasmine Mans

BRB, sobbing.

"That apologies are like oxygen masks on hijacked planes: 

'Forgive yourself before you ever forgive the person next to you.'”

"I’ll tell her that we hurt like

C-sections birthing dead babies.

And that we cried together,

and we prayed together,

and we laughed

like our smiles were the only

ones that mattered in the world.

And that we hurt like women who

loved women who love people that

did not love us.”

[averyantonio]

Stop looking for the light at the end of the tunnel and find God in the darkness.

Jasmine Mans, Dear Ex-Lover (via averyantonio)

[distilledemotions]

It's okay to stop and fall just don't fall and stop

kemiyondo coutinho

[tapiwamugabe]

a selection of poems from Zimbabwe

[distilledemotions]

I dont miss you but

I don't miss you but I think of you,

I don't miss you but I hope youll text

I don't miss you but I want you to come back.

Do I miss you?

[distilledemotions]

"Dear Self...Your wings are starting to grow back. It's almost time to fly."

[distilledemotions]

Dear Self

The truth is he will make change for the one he finds worth the change.

That is not you right now.

Be okay with that. 

[michellekpoems]

Nostalgia is a dirty liar that insists things were better than they seemed.

Michelle K., I Can’t Stop Questioning It.  (via fitzandizzyspells)

[thegirlwhocrieswolf]

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[niketa-rae]

"Take all the time you need"

[booksquoteslove]

'i love myself.' the quietest. simplest. most powerful. revolution. ever.

Nayyirah Waheed, ism (via booksquoteslove)

[niketa-rae]

Do not lose yourself searching for love in me. 

You will perish along with it.

[niketa-rae]

Because after all, your love, for me, was all I wanted, and you gave of EVERYTHING, but that. And now I must relinquish myself of you, repent from our irreverent love, wash your scent from my skin, white out your name from my poems and from my prose, paint over images of you in my head, with bright blinding fluorescent colours, swear at the utterance of your name, and try, earnestly, to forget any memory I have of you. Because even after all this time, My bones still shatter under the weight of a whisper of your name.

One of the one’s I wanted to keep to myself, 

However, this is a small extract from one of the first ever spoken word pieces I’ve written.

- Niketa

(via niketa-rae)

[kushandwizdom]

Fameless

[niketa-rae]

I couldn’t teach my heart how to stop beating for you, My eyes, How to stop mourning your absence And my tongue, To forget how you tasted, Or how it twisted with yours, I dug myself deep into my mattress at night trying to forget about you Only to find pieces of you still lingering there From the nights our bodies stood, Intertwined Riling in ecstasy I couldn’t teach my body how to exist without yours And, My skin didn’t know how to be With the absence of your touch

Absence,

Niketa.

(via niketa-rae)

[niketa-rae]

You read novels, I read poems, My attention span was never as vast as yours. You wanted to carve passion out of the hearts of people, I just wanted to pave pleasure into your center. My display of affection was never quite the same as yours.

Raw- that’s just the truth.

Niketa.

(via niketa-rae)

[niketa-rae]

I had to realize that I needed to stop relying on others to make me happy. I had to have myself first before anyone else could.

Regardless of how long it may take, invest love in yourself first.

Niketa.

(via niketa-rae)

[psych-facts]

“Do not look for a sanctuary in anyone except your self.”

 Buddha (via psych-facts)