Poetry & Photography

INFP | Reads a lot | Tries to write often | Obsessed with sunsets, tea, skies, and football (All pictures I post are mine ©)

[lost-in-longings]

Deep inside, we're all waiting for a tomorrow that will never come.

- Za1d, Excerpt from a book I'll never write

[byzbi]

finding places like these >>

[deviika]

JD. Salinger // L. Frank Baum

[vida-imensa]

Frances  

[darkacademiascholar]

Life is short. Read books.

[rueyam-deactivated20220824]

"Perhaps the best form of fighting is in painting pictures and writing poetry."

— Khalil Gibran, 1919

[llovelymoonn]

Keep reading

[lost-in-longings]

Hope is neither something tangible nor an idea. It is a talent.

Mahmoud Darwish, A River dies of Thirst

[lost-in-longings]

No one ever asks a museum

if it’s doing okay.

So when you choose to spill like this,

bleed like this, cry like this,

your pain becomes an exhibit.

You hang your trauma on the wall,

ask patrons not to touch, but only

half of them respect the signs.

When you choose to be a poet,

you become a place that people walk through

and then leave when they are ready.

- Rudy Francisco, Helium

[lost-in-longings]

The answer is you.

I forgot the question.

- Blake Auden

[thoughtkick]

“Some days are for falling in love with people, some days are for cities, and some for solitude.”

— Akif Kichloo

[lost-in-longings]

When Mary Lambert said, "I only know how to exist when I'm wanted."

[lost-in-longings]

I used to invent love when necessary. When I walked alone on the riverbank. Or whenever the level of salt would rise in my body, I would invent the river.

- Mahmoud Darwish, In the Presence of Absence

[thoughtkick]

“I get it now. It’s hard to let someone find you in all the dark and twisty places inside, but eventually, you have to hope that they do, because that’s the beginning of everything.”

— Julia Walton, Words on Bathroom Walls

[mostlyitaly]

Old town of Siena (Tuscany, Italy) by Yixing Wu

[peacefulandcozy]

Instagram: co.nfused

[ethereal-muses]

I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself.

— Warsan Shire