Elysian @elysianselcouth - Tumblr Blog

“Switch your mentality from ‘I’m broken and helpless’ to ‘I’m growing and healing’ and watch how your life changes.”

— Unknown

When you leave your writing in the middle of a sentence, come back to it and you're like "Where the FUCK was I going with this?"

huntressofartemis001

when I think of a beautiful, full of poetry sentence and leave it in the middle and then come back and i can remember what the fuck I was i going to write but i can only remember it was awesome😭😭

moonbirdy

When you sleep tonight, you will dream in the taste of wild blackberries. You will allow the Earth to hold you in its arms, and kiss you in the form of sunlight. When you wake, you will remember what you have forgotten since you were very small: you are a part of the Earth. She loves you.

mendedpixie

To all the women and girls and nonbinary folks who cover their hair/head/face for religious and/or cultural reasons: I love you. You are wonderful in your coverings no matter the stares or what people say. If you feel good/beautiful/confident/closer to your god(s)/more connected to your culture and/or religion, that’s what matters, whether you wear a veil, a tichel, a hijab, niqab, burka, headband, turban…you guys are great, try not to let unsupportive and bigoted people let you down. I support you. 💜

prideofnature

Dear all people who veil, wear hijab, wear any wigs, head coverings, or any head dress intended for religious or spiritual purposes, I love you. I see you. And though we may walk a very different path, I support you fully. Even if your family or peers do not.

howifeltabouthim

“And her voice … called from another world, and the crickets and the birds fell silent.”

— Tanith Lee, from White as Snow

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A House of My Own

“Not a flat. Not an apartment in back. Not a man’s house. Not a daddy’s. A house all my own. With my porch and my pillow, my pretty purple petunias. My books and my stories. My two shoes waiting beside the bed. Nobody to shake a stick at. Nobody’s garbage to pick up after.

Only a house quiet as snow, a space for myself to go, clean as paper before the poem.”

─ Sandra Cisneros

much-ado-about-books

I Wish

I wish I was the crystal that you wore around your neck, listening to your voice and heart as one, saturated with the warmth of your skin. To rest on your neck and see the world from your prospective. To see you when you are completely at peace with yourself. To see the most mundane and surprising. To see your world seems like the next best thing to knowing you and how I want both to come true. I would not ask for much really just that you never take me off and let me cling to you. Oh to be the crystal hanging around your neck with your fingertips touching me when you need reassurance. Maybe even a grasping hand when times are rough. I would be the best crystal I could, giving you all my good and keeping the rest at home.