āI have seen the graves of those who did not fight fearing they will die.ā
- Che Guevara
Three Goblin Art
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KIROKAZE
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One Nice Bug Per Day
Claire Keane

Love Begins

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JVL
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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āI have seen the graves of those who did not fight fearing they will die.ā
- Che Guevara
Itās not resentment. Itās expecting people to disappoint you and allowing it to rattle your spirit.
You gave me forever within the numbered days, and Iām grateful.
John Green
āI want a soulmate who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I donāt already know, and make me laugh. I donāt care what you look like, just turn me on. And if you can do that, I will follow you on bloody stumps through the snow. I will do your windows. I will care about your feelings. Just have something in there.ā
ā Henry Rollins
āDonāt ask yourself what the world needs, ask yourself what makes you come alive. And then go and do that. Because what the world needs is people who are alive.ā
ā Howard Thurman
āThere is only one heart in my body, have mercy on me.ā
ā Franz Wright, One Heart
āWe can be knowledgeable with other menās knowledge, but we cannot be wise with other menās wisdom.ā
ā Michel de Montaigne, Essais
Leila Chatti, from "Postcard from Gone"
āTo achieve great things, we must be self-confined: mastery is revealed in limitation.ā
ā Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Selected Poetry
As I kid, I wanted to be a savior, trailblazer, the prophecy child. I wanted a big life, with ups and ups like the breasts of mountains and lows like the depths of valleys full of forgotten debris. I was convinced the great flood was knocking at my door, beckoning me to become someone bigger. A juvenile fantasy, a hazy dream.
I'm 19 now. It's not a grand big life, I'm no hero. I love my friends and sunday mornings. I like cats and strawberries. No flood, no rapture, no calamity- just quiet weekdays and sleepy weekends. But oh my days, I am full, finally.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned
"Poems are not written...", Andrey Voznesensky (translated by metamorphesque)
When you're blessed with a new beginning don't repeat old mistakes.
āIāve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.ā
ā Epiphany
āPromise me not to hide yourself when youāre in pain, itās unfair that we laughed together but you cried aloneā
ā Unknown