whatever

[weltenwellen]

Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem

[brutalgrace333]

“Wild Geese”, by Mary Oliver

[weltenwellen]

Kim Addonizio, from "'Round Midnight'", What Is This Thing Called Love

[feral-ballad]

Caitlyn Siehl, from What We Buried; “In the kitchen”

[feral-ballad]

Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “Howl”

[weltenwellen]

Ocean Vuong, from “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

[weltenwellen]

Glennon Doyle, Untamed

[weltenwellen]

Louise Glück, from “Otis”, Poems 1962 - 2012

[geryone]

Rocket Fantastic, Gabrielle Calvocoressi

[half-a-corpse-half-a-poet]

-Clarice Lispector

[cheruib]

peak happiness when you’ve just showered and the sun is shining through your windows and it’s still early morning and your favorite songs are playing and you’re eating the sweetest cherries and you’re in love

[waitingforthesunrise]

and very, very often, self care is not plants and ice rollers and fluffy blankets of peace.

it’s standing over your kitchen sink and crying while doing the dishes because you just want to go back to bed but the dishes need done. and you don’t know why you’re crying but you're trusting you need it. and you aren’t listening to the music that pulls you into a spiral; you’re listening to some cheerful shit your friend sent you. it’s getting up and staring at your fridge and closing your eyes and then cooking yourself food even though you hate it and it’s miserable. because you know that you’d cook for your friend, and you are trying to befriend yourself. it’s dragging yourself into the shower because you know you’ll feel better afterwards. it’s doing mundane tasks with patience, cursing under your breath, trying desperately to give yourself grace. grace is the beginning of care. care is the beginning of love.

we think it’s supposed to be peace and yet the most powerful self care moments are when we hate everything but especially ourselves. and life does not feel worth the loving. to look into that pain and yet choose to care for yourself in however many pieces you are — that is care. love. grace. trust. belief. it hurts because it’s love where there was no love before. it heals because it believes there will be love, one day, soon.

[weltenwellen]

Danez Smith, “little prayer”

[weltenwellen]

Danez Smith, from "summer, somewhere"

[thefirstwintersunset]

may you know, the same love you give, you are worthy of receiving too.

-HearandHeal

the moon is strawberry pink in the night

making faces to show that its alright

i look up to the sky and am happy im alive

to see the pink moon glow tonight

[weltenwellen]

Ellen Bass,  "The Thing Is"

[weltenwellen]

Ruth Awad, from “Reasons To Live”

[weltenwellen]

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet