initium

For He Who Is Spiritual Is Judged By No Man. 22. Poet. Father.

[coral]

You go through spells where you feel that maybe you’re too sensitive for this world. I certainly felt that.

[rhapsodic-evanescence]

When you’re ready for me, I’ll love you with all that I have. And then I know it’ll be worth the wait. Ending up with you doesn’t need to be rushed if we have forever to be together.

[toou]

[hereliesmybrokenheart]

“As time goes on, you’ll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn’t, doesn’t. Time solves most things. And what time can’t solve, you have to solve yourself.”

—

Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance (via amargedom)

[hereliesmybrokenheart]

“Show me the worst part of yourself, the one you hate the most, and I’ll show you that I’ll still love you the same.”

— I love you, the good and the bad. // A.W.

[ghostfacekitty]

[hereliesmybrokenheart]

““No feelings.” He says. “No feelings,” I agree. “Just the here and now.“ He takes my hand. I dismiss the infinitesimal flutter in my stomach that seems to last an eternity. No feelings. He kisses me with the force of his entire being - until it leaves me shaking. No feelings. He takes my laughter and condenses it into a glass jar for rainy days. For when he’s gone. No feelings. He tells me his secrets and I tell him why I have trust issues and he lets me rest my head on his chest. "No feelings,” he says. “No feelings.” I echo. I hope he doesn’t mean it. I know that I don’t.”

— Sue Zhao // “Timing”  (via blossomfully)

[wnq-writers]

“You have loved too much and have not been loved enough.”

— N.M.Sanchez, from Initial Meeting

[adrenaline]

[thepersonalquotes]

[buttonpoetry]

“I loved you the same way that I learned how to ride a bike. Scared, but reckless. With no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you.”

—

Rudy Francisco, “If I Was a Love Poet”

Performing at his book release party at Icehouse in Minneapolis. HELP SUPPORT BUTTON POETRY.

[furthernorththanyou-blog]

Where I’m From

I am from raspberry bushes that grow in a land of ice, from six children and the most solemn solidarity amidst it all.

I am from the second marriage of a man who knew true love the first time it looked him in the eyes.

I am from the towering giants of the big city, the quiet whisper of the forest as the first light of day nuzzles it awake.

I am from Sunday spaghetti and overwhelming love, from self-inflicted pain, life-changing mistakes and a life I built alone.

I am from the cabin in the suburbs and the expectations as a man’s only son.

From prayer and devotion.

I am from folded hands and whispering lips that slip the deepest desires of the heart into the world.

I'm from Sicilian immigrants, red wine, and the never-ending hope that love is on my horizon.

From the 612, the Italian neighborhoods of Boston, and the land of 10,000 lakes.

I am from the depths of despair to a life of light.

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

I will not kiss you goodnight but that does not mean I will not miss you.

Lukas W. // I will miss you (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

[seabeck]

Subaru!

Print Shop

[natura-e]

- Nature blog ^^

[inksomniac-deactivated20170611]

If she is poetry, I wish to be the ink that bled in dedication of her creation.

a.y. (via inksomniac)

[furthernorththanyou-blog]

For me sadness feels like the fear to stop moving. As if I were to stand still, the faceless monster that has been stalking me in the shadows will consume me in a blink.

d.j.h. 3/30/17 4:53pm

[furthernorththanyou-blog]

It comes in waves… grief that is. As the tide rises and you find yourself submerged the echo of the lie you kept telling yourself grows more distant...  less believable.

d.j.h.

3/30/17

4:44pm