everything has a rhythm

everything dances

[softwaring]

[eliminated]

[lifeinpoetry]

“How much of the world must we pass through to arrive at ourselves?”

— — Natalie Wee, from “Listen I Love You Joy Is Coming,” Beast at Every Threshold

[yourlocalnymphh]

Emily St. John Mandel, Station Eleven

[firstfullmoon]

“Is there any part of me that doesn’t go directly to my heart?”

— Sanna Wani, from “Meditation,” in My Grief, the Sun

[thoughtkick]

“The woman you are becoming will cost you people, relationships, spaces, and material things. Choose her over everything.”

— Unknown

[thoughtkick]

“Just as a snake sheds its skin, we must shed our past over and over again.”

— Buddha

[yourlocalnymphh]

D.L. Smith

[luthienne]

Lisel Mueller, from “Why We Tell Stories”

[Text ID: Because the story of our life / becomes our life // Because each of us tells / the same story / but tells it differently // and none of us tells it / the same way twice]

[unpunishablewoman]

men dont even have a protector provider instinct actually thats eldest daughters

[quotefeeling]

“Better to be at the bottom of a ladder you want to climb than in the middle of some ladder you don’t, right?”

— Dave Eggers

[thoughtkick]

“I want to feel all there is to feel, he thought. Let me feel tired, now, let me feel tired. I mustn’t forget, I’m alive, I know I’m alive, I mustn’t forget it tonight or tomorrow or the day after that.”

— Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine (Green Town, #1)

[thoughtkick]

“But my anxious heart is eating up my body, eating up my nerves, eating up my brain. I feel this poison slowly filling my veins - every particle becoming slowly tainted…. I am never, never calm, never for an instant.”

— Katherine Mansfield, from a diary entry featured in “ The Diaries of Katherine Mansfield,”

[thoughtkick]

“There is a terrible emptiness in me, an indifference that hurts.”

— Albert Camus, The First Man

[thoughtkick]

“I’ve been searching for ways to heal myself, and I’ve found that kindness is the best way.”

— Lady Gaga

[thoughtkick]

“Being alone never felt right. Sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.”

— Charles Bukowski

[thoughtkick]

“The flower does not see its own beauty.”

— Stepan Schipachov, tr. by Daniel Weissbort, from 20th Century Russian Poetry; “The Blue Spaces,”