Quotes&Poems

 "Don't forget, all quotes do is open your eyes a little wider to what is already inside you" - thewinksofgod   Personal blog: @thechaosthatismybrain

[lifeina1000words]

Sunflowers in the kitchen, a heartbreak in remission The universe is shifting and it's all for me - There it goes, Maisie Peters

[lesbianjoannaharvelle]

for @spnpoetryrenaissance Day 22: WLW Rarepairs

a JoTessa poem

[geryone]

Mad Honey Symposium, Sally Wen Mao

[geryone]

Standing in the Forest of Being Alive, Katie Farris

[thoughtkick]

“I’m not the person you left behind anymore. There’s no one here to miss.”

— Iain Thomas // I Wrote This For You

[siir-poesia]

"In her body, poetry burns with the strength of a thousand suns, and each kiss is a mathematical mystery that awakens passion in the deepest part of the soul."

[crossroadsblue]

- Richard Siken, "Snow and Dirty Rain"

[leonardospoetry]

constantly on this search

[feral-ballad]

Clementine Von Radics, from In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; “The Fear”

[Text ID: “I am afraid / I will love you forever / and we will never be / in the same room / again.”]

[thoughtkick]

“Don’t confuse your path with your destination. Just because it’s stormy now doesn’t mean you aren’t headed for sunshine.”

— Unknown

[approvers]

[thoughtkick]

“Real tears are not those that fall from the eyes and cover the face, but those that fall from the heart and cover the soul.”

— Unknown

[forlornalbatross]

“I prayed that amongst my flaws , my hard shell & my firmness that I am soft enough to be understood — that I am tender enough to be thought of — that I am gentle enough to be loved unconditionally — but that’s a lot to ask , that’s too much expectation & this too will remain in a message unsent -”

— D C de Oliveira |A journal of Rejects, Pathos | January 20, 2023 | Friday, 3.37am

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

The Poems of Emily Brontë, ‘The Prisoner’ c. 1845

[thoughtkick]

“I wish that photographs were physical spaces, like tunnels; that you could crawl inside them and go back.”

— Lauren Oliver, Vanishing Girls

[emotionalwords]

[siir-poesia]

There are poems inside of you that paper can’t handle.