[sugahoneysweet]

[lifeinpoetry]

Does it matter where the birds go? Does it even matter what species they are? They leave here, that’s the point, first their bodies, then their sad cries. And from that moment, cease to exist for us. You must learn to think of our passion that way. Each kiss was real, then each kiss left the face of the earth.

Louise Glück, from “Parable of Flight,” Poems 1962-2012 (via lifeinpoetry)

[quotemadness]

I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.

Zelda Fitzgerald (via mylinae)

[lifeinpoetry]

There is so much I have left to give you but now I want it all for myself.

Joshua Jennifer Espinoza, from “This Is a Poem About the Power of Positive Thinking,” There Should Be Flowers (via lifeinpoetry)

[wnq-writers]

every time you learn new ways to destroy yourselfis another opportunity to learn new ways to recreate yourself.

juansendizon  (via wordsnquotes)

[mingdliu-deactivated20210422]

To remember everything is both a blessing and tragedy. 

To remember everything is to dig up dead bodies and dance with them under familiar moonlight. You forget it all, until you remember it all too well.

[wnq-writers]

How did such an enlightened heart like you, find such a twisted, broken, soul like me?

writtenbyevilthoughts  (via wordsnquotes)

[lovelustquotes]

We met each other when we were young, before we knew enough about disappointment, and once we did we found we reminded each other of it.

Nicole Krauss (via lovelustquotes)

[wnq-writers]

I’m the type of broken you bring home to your mother, But I’m the type of ocean you can’t swim in forever.

thequiethearttalks, Too deep, too quiet, too violent -– You’ll want to stay home by the shore (via wordsnquotes)

[lovelustquotes]

Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.

Lauren DeStefano (via lovelustquotes)

[wnq-writers]

I talk to the flowers about you.

fatimatuzzohraaa (via wordsnquotes)

[lifeinpoetry]

She is nighttime on fire / inside herself

Joshua Jennifer Espinoza, from “Assigned at Birth,” There Should Be Flowers (via lifeinpoetry)

[wnq-writers]

It’s been a while since I’ve felt an emptiness like this. If only for a fleeting moment, you filled a great and terrible void. You tamed me.

wearethedying, A cross between an apology and a goodbye. (via wordsnquotes)

[antigonick]

He could only be laughed at by a woman, and they worshipped him instead.

Virginia Woolf, about Byron in a diary entry from 1918, A Writer’s Diary: Being (via antigonick)

[wnq-writers]

You have a choice. You can either go through life holding yourself back by constantly comparing yourself to others. Or you can put yourself out there, knowing that you aren’t perfect, to enjoy the experiences that you’re given.

Jen Hill (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

I left church because God couldn’t save me. I left church because I want to believe in myself.

Sade Andria Zabala, WAR SONGS (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

Tell me every terrible thing you ever did and let me love you anyway.

Sade Andria Zabala, WAR SONGS (via wordsnquotes)