Love Is Lovely

The souls escape.

[gratefulem]

[pinewaterwitch]

“I want to drink moonlight and bathe in flower petals. To wear the earth, sleep in streams, and taste the stars.”

— My soul is wild, call me Witch.

[purplebuddhaquotes]

“She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. She spoke to no one. She spent hours on the riverbank and had midnight swims.”

— Arundhati Roy

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“She fascinates me because, radiantly young, she still embodies all the melancholy of autumn. She has learned to cherish with mournful tenderness a past she dares not remember.”

— Renée Vivien, tr. by Jeanette H. Foster, from “A Woman Appeared To Me,”

[untamedunwanted]

“Listen to me, girl, you have castles inside your bones, coronets in your heart, if he threatens you with battle, you raise him a whole war, the last time I checked, Queens cower before no man.”

— Nikita Gill

[liquidlightandrunningtrees]

“I’m a witch woman; high on tobacco and holy water. I’m a woman delighted with her disasters. They give me something to do. A profession of sorts. I have the magic of words.”

— Sandra Cisneros

[escapetothewildflowers]

[goodreadss]

You can be very wild and still be very wise.

Yoko Ono (via goodreadss)

[purplebuddhaquotes]

Beware of the quiet kind people like me, we are filled with rage of being used so i might spit fire and turn with no regret if you do me wrong.

Bambi (via purplebuddhaquotes)

[mortetfine]

[shareaquote]

To the men who don’t know how to love a woman, you are genocide; For with your words and with your actions you carve out a nation from its womb when you plant your seed in her but are never there to reap it; cause you yourself were premature; You know nothing of harvest cause you take pride in counting the dead buds that stain your bed at night; cause unlike other little boys your age you were never taught to count stars instead; So you thrust yourself to sleep to the tune of her naive moans caressing you into a dream that led you to believe that somewhere between her legs lay the throne of your manhood. To the men who are smart enough to move their lips to say “girls are crazy” but are just not smart enough to ask why. To the men who get offended by “all men are trash” but expect me to “throw my ass in a circle” to “these hoes ain’t loyal” then turn around and say “baby girl you a freak” yet the only freak present in this sh*t show is its driver: mentality. To you men who shame their mothers by spitting their worth into the lips of another woman; and ridiculing their gift as woman to birth life, then turn around and say “mama I love you” yet you curse every woman with the same gifts and expect them to birth your sin which will one day turn to them, after committing your same crimes, and say to them too “mama I love you.”

shamsanddelusions  (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

You are the very definition of a tightrope I wonder if you falter In between a need for eternal sleep and dawn that is just breaking- I’m sure it’s fine that I’m the one on the edge I am staring into an abyss that strikingly beautiful and ghast And it has a face that is immense yet in its eyes is all my fears I’m on the brink of breaking- Either something new or about to fall But this waiting and in between is what I long for As i wait for time anew.

symphonicskyline, writing prompt #72, write about December (via wnq-writers)

[apollinaresart]

Decomposing

[another piece for class, inspired by @artofpan‘s colour schemes]

[gomboc123]

sex is an intimate and sacred act. your body is a temple and you should NOT be sharing it with anyone who hates Thor

[shareaquote]

I hope you are happy. I hope what you are doing right now is what you have always wanted to do in your life. I hope you finally found solace which you have always longed for. You went through enough hardship and suffering that you deserve endless beautiful days and people who will cherish you for your whole being; people who will love the parts of yourself that you show and kept hidden behind endless facades. I hope when you wake up every morning, you only feel the radiating warmth of sunlight peering through your window and not the pain from your past. And I hope whenever you feel worthless, I hope you remember that you are a poetry in motion. Remember you are made from the same materials as the stars. So shine, unapologetically.

a-confusedwriter (via shareaquote)

[shareaquote]

You know, I used to not talk about my future at all. And it’s not that I didn’t think about it, or that it scared me, rather I felt disinterested in it. And that is probably because I didn’t even think I’d be around long enough to see, to live, my future. For that reason I only planned things by seconds, not because I wanted to take it slow or to relax, and not because I was a procrastinator, but because, who even cared about what clothes I’d be wearing the next day when I didn’t even know if I’d wake up? Since I met you, things started to change. Since I met you, the future looks more real to me. Since I met you, I care about it. Since I met you, I don’t just shrug my shoulder when people ask me “where do you see yourself in five, ten, twenty, years?” Now, that same question, scares me. And that’s because it matters. And it matters because of you. So I guess all I want to tell you is “thank you”. Because now, thanks to you, when people ask me that same question, what I want to answer is “alive.”

almenotre 

(via shareaquote)

[thequotejournals]

So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my sufferances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger - because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.

Jack Kerouac (via wethinkwedream)