so shines a good deed in a weary world

poetry & positivity

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“spirit of the flowers” tiles manufactured in 1874

[tordenvejr]

i've said it before, but the invention of lips and tongue on your lover is so romantic to me. i must experience you in every way that i can, i must know you in every way that i can, i must give you my body in every way that i can. all i know is survival, all i know is hunger, and then there's you, and i am famished and i must live

[weltenwellen]

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

[podencos]

I do believe in the power of sitting in your car just a little longer before heading inside, lying upside down on the couch, cloud gazing well into adulthood, taking the time to learn something new, humility, recollecting your dreams, pressing something warm against your belly, small talk w strangers, odes to romance, a lit candle on your countertop while you cook, having a sense of humor about life

[siir-poesia]

[trovadora-de-versos]

“Setting goals is the first step in turning the invisible into the visible.” — Tony Robbins

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“My heart, like a wild spring day.”

— Mary Oliver, from Devotions: Selected Poems; “Little Owl That Lives In The Orchard,”

[sweetestsecrets]

“We float, we float…”

— Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)

[sweetestsecrets]

“Now in the spring I kneel, I put my face into the packets of violets, the dampness, the freshness, the sense of ever-ness. Something is wrong, I know it, if I don’t keep my attention on eternity. May I be the tiniest nail in the house of the universe, tiny but useful. May I stay forever in the stream. May I look down upon the windflower and the bull thistle and the coreopsis with the greatest respect.”

— Mary Oliver, from “Upstream”, Upstream: Selected Essays (via soracities)

[kafk-a]

Jenny Slate, from an interview Hozier on twitter  Chelsea Hodson, from Tonight I’m Someone Else

[hiddenshores]

… imagine! imagine! the wild and wondrous journeys still to be ours.

Mary Oliver, from “Last Night the Rain Spoke To Me”, in ‘Blue Horses’ (via hiddenshores)

[luthienne]

Don’t be afraid to suffer—take your heaviness / and give it back to the earth’s own weight; / the mountains are heavy, the oceans are heavy.

Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Poetry of Rilke; “Sonnets to Orpheus” (via luthienne)

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[shisasan]

Alexei Antonov

[lifeinpoetry]

There are days when I give up on my body

but not the world. I am alive. I know this. Alive now

to see the world, to see the river rupture everything with its light.

— Hieu Minh Nguyen, from “Heavy,” published in Poem-a-Day

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