You are a theatre of hollowness.
Kim Hyesoon, from “Manhole Humanity,” I’m OK, I’m Pig! tr. Don Mee Choi (via lifeinpoetry)
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You are a theatre of hollowness.
Kim Hyesoon, from “Manhole Humanity,” I’m OK, I’m Pig! tr. Don Mee Choi (via lifeinpoetry)
You, being yourself, help others be themselves. Because you recognize your own uniqueness you will not need to dominate others, nor cringe before them.
Jane Roberts (via icreatewhatibelieve)
if the hurt comes so will the happiness – be patient
milk and honey, Rupi Kaur (via gqandw)
literally block me if you support the muslim ban, the environment science gag orders, the anti- reproductive rights executive order or any other unconstitutional plan trump made that goes against the people and our planet in each and every way
Just as you have loved before, you will love again.
Warsan Shire (via thoughtkick)
there are people who are rays of sunshine, cherry blossoms, vanilla candles and the colors of dusk.
there are people who are marble floors, roman temples, black ink and the smell of the earth after rain.
there are people who are star-gazing, holding your breath, little smiles, subtle touches and soft fabric.
who are you?
Help me survive my own presence, open to the elements.
Fanny Howe, from The Lyrics: Poems; “O’Clock,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
You’re perfect. You’re on a path to success and results won’t be immediate but you’re going to make it. You’re going to make it. You are. Don’t throw the towel in just yet.
i watch you channel your pain into art, into poetry, into music, into prayer. it baffles me how you embrace life with so much agony and refuse to ask for anything in return except the precious privilege of expression.
Noor Shirazie (via noorshirazie)
Imagine fucking up so bad that people protest you on all seven continents.
Jackpot
This is getting kind of ridiculous.
There are two five leaves in there somewhere
I lost count
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