Kim Addonizio, from Wild Nights: New & Selected Poems; “Pareidolia”

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Kim Addonizio, from Wild Nights: New & Selected Poems; “Pareidolia”
“I am a different person to different people. Annoying to one. Talented to another. Quiet to a few. Unknown to a lot. But who am I, to me?”
— Unknown
“I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It’s not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel all alone.”
— Robin Williams
“Finding your passion isn’t just about careers and money. It’s about finding your authentic self. The one you’ve buried beneath other people’s needs.”
— Kristin Hannah, Distant Shores
“In any given moment we have two options: To step forward into growth or to step back into safety.”
— Abraham Maslow
“If it’s still in your mind, it is still in your heart.”
— Paulo Coelho
'clearblue" - a poem by Peyton Westwood.
it was just another one of those strange things...
“Take wrong turns. Talk to strangers. Open unmarked doors. And if you see a group of people in a field, go find out what they are doing. Do things without always knowing how they’ll turn out. You’re curious and smart and bored, and all you see is the choice between working hard and slacking off. There are so many adventures that you miss because you’re waiting to think of a plan. To find them, look for tiny interesting choices. And remember that you are always making up the future as you go.”
— Randall Munroe, xkcd: volume 0
“Sometimes you have to be silent as no words can express what you’re feeling deep inside.”
— Unknown
a list of things i wanted to be (in chronological order)
happy / with my parents / with my siblings (a brother first and a sister second) / playing with my friends / not afraid of strangers or my future / a singer / an actress / the best swimmer in the world / the most intelligent student / funny / even funnier (if i can make them laugh maybe they'll love me) / somewhere else (at the ocean; salt on my skin and sand between my fingers) / the younger sibling (help me; i can't save them) / alone (please, leave me alone; i can cry on my own) / drunk and high with some older guys i barely know (don’t tell my parents; i don’t want to be in trouble) / thinner / perfect / even thinner (i stopped eating; no one noticed) / loved (won't somebody love me? i can't do it on my own; i hate it here) / fucked / seen (fuck love; am i just a body you lust over?) / mean (if they can't love me, i'll turn cruel) / a writer / thinner and thinner / worthy / a wife and a girlfriend first / alone / alone / alone / dead (isn't there some greater being that could save me? or do i have to do this on my own, too?) / not to be dead / in therapy / a linguist (maybe i understand humans better if i understand their language?) / a better friend / not to be alone / alive / kind / a helping hand / don’t turn cruel / please, don’t turn cruel / if i am not dead yet, can i be the sun?
i need to kill myself, M.T.
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— Rati Saxena, from a poem titled "Mountain Nights," featured in Not a muse : the inner lives of women: a world poetry anthology (via lunamonchtuna)
“Make yourself a priority. At the end of the day, you’re your longest commitment.”
— Unknown
I love stars, woods, springs, meadows, and flowers and I will return into their mysterious embrace,
Jaroslav Seifert, “Introductory Poem,” from The Early Poetry of Jaroslav Seifert