dancing in the rain

[metamorphesque]

this is what it means to be human

Everything, Mary Oliver

The Breathing, Denise Levertov

A Prayer by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski

Like a Small Café, That’s Love by Mahmoud Darwish (translated by Mohammad Shaheen)

Having a Coke with You by Frank O’Hara

Eating Together by Li-Young Lee

The Orange by Wendy Cope

The Quiet Machine, Ada Limón

To Go Mad, Paruyr Sevak

Our Beautiful Life When It’s Filled with Shrieks by Christopher Citro

Hammond B3 Organ Cistern, Gabrielle Calvocoressi

Peace XVIII, Khalil Gibran

Your Unripe Love, Paruyr Sevak (from “Anthology of Armenian poetry")

Here and Now by Peter Balakian

Ich finde dich (I find you) by Rainer Maria Rilke

The Thing Is by Ellen Bass

One Art by Elizabeth Bishop

Miss you. Would like to take a walk with you. by Gabrielle Calvocoressi

I Want to Write Something So Simply by Mary Oliver

What's Not to Love by Brendan Constantine

Where does such tenderness come from? by Marina Tsvetaeva

You Are Tired (I Think) by E. E. Cummings

Living With the News by W.S.Merwin

What the Living Do by Marie Howe

[everydaydisarray]

“A story always starts before it can be told.”

—Sara Ahmed, Living a Feminist Life

[everydaydisarray]

"I Know, I Know

I shouldn’t have waited

till the very last minute.

But isn’t that what

the very last minute is for?

I mean, if God hadn’t wanted us

to wait until the very last minute,

he wouldn’t have

created it, right?"

- Saving Red, Sonya Sones

[everydaydisarray]

"She was as fragile and full of life as a flute of champagne teetering on the edge of a table.

He was strong enough to be the man he was born to be, but maybe not the one he would have chosen to become."

- Chelsey Philpot

[everydaydisarray]

“History can only teach its lesson if it is remembered.”

—Carmelo Soto

[everydaydisarray]

"But it was the same basic thing. It was comfort. What if all you had in the whole world, besides a black bag and a chilly doorway, was a memory of a father who once made root beer, and sometimes a Popsicle that brought that memory back? And what if they took that little bit of comfort away without asking you?"

- Lois Lowry, Taking Care of Terrific

[everydaydisarray]

"It is true

That this world of dew

Is a world of dew.

But even so…"

- Issa

[everydaydisarray]

We are the girls with anxiety disorders, filled appointment books, five-year plans. We take ourselves very, very seriously. We are the peacemakers, the do-gooders, the givers, the savers. We are on time, overly prepared, well read, and witty, intellectually curious, always moving…

We pride ourselves on getting as little sleep as possible and thrive on self-deprivation. We drink coffee, a lot of it. We are on birth control, Prozac, and multivitamins…

We are relentless, judgmental with ourselves, and forgiving to others. We never want to be as passive-aggressive as our mothers, never want to marry men as uninspired as our fathers…

We are the daughters of the feminists who said, “You can be anything,” and we heard, “You have to be everything.

- Courtney Martin

[everydaydisarray]

"I have a feeling that once you live through something like this, you become a little bit invincible."

- Gayle Forman

[everydaydisarray]

"Nothing in life is to be feared, it is only to be understood. Now is the time to understand more, so that we may fear less."

- Marie Curie

[bookwormingparty]

[everydaydisarray]

"You can be anything you want to be. Because in one life, you are."

- Matt Haig, The Midnight Library

[everydaydisarray]

"Not all gods are born. Plenty of us rise."

- Trista Mateer

[everydaydisarray]

"We are stardust brought to life, then empowered by the universe to figure itself out - and we have only just begun."

- Neil deGrasse Tyson, Astrophysics for People in a Hurry

[everydaydisarray]

"I'm mesmerized by lipstick prints on coffee cups. By the lines of lips against white pottery. By the color chosen by the woman who sat and sipped and lived life. By the mark she leaves behind."

- Jeanette LeBlanc

[everydaydisarray]

"I'd rather take coffee than compliments just now."

- Louisa May Alcott

[everydaydisarray]

Childhood in a Garden: Cottagecore x DA Edition

Always feeling most at home with the wind in your hair and grass prickling the soles of your feet.

Believing with all your heart in the fairies at the bottom of the garden, staying extremely still and quiet in the hopes that they'll show themselves to you.

Begging the gardener to let you have a turn with the lawn hose, twirling round and around in the grass as you drench yourself in your make-shift fountain when he finally relents.

Plucking the prettiest flowers and tying them in little bundles with ribbon, presenting them to your favourite teacher.

Following your grandmother around while she tends to the plants, listening intently as she draws your attention to small wonders - three eggs in a bird's nest, a perfectly symmetrical guava, a flower that only seems to bloom once a month but smells positively heavenly.

Planting a seed for the first time and feeling a sense of awe when a green shoot erupts from the ground, growing slowly but steadily as you water and weed the soil around it.

A love of biology that grows just as steadily - you memorize the scientific names of your favourite plants and examine them with your mini-microscope, but you never become truly clinical about them. You know that a scientist's asteraceae is a lover's chrysanthemum, and it will always be the chamanthi of your childhood to you.

Lifting your eyes from your ecology textbook, only to have your gaze fall on the zinnias keeping you company on the windowsill. You are hours away from your qualifying exams, more anxious than you've ever been, but just a glance at their vibrant petals reassures you. You are exactly where you have always wanted to be.