come and rest your bones with me

I hope the sun shines where you are.. ➳

[weltenwellen]

Mary Oliver, "When Did It Happen?", Felicity

[quotespile]

“My anger scares me, my fear scares me, and somewhere in there is shame, too — why am I so enraged and so scared? I am afraid of going to bed and of waking up; afraid of tomorrow and of all the tomorrows after.”

— Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Notes on Grief

[weltenwellen]

Wildness Before Something Sublime Leila Chatti

[unemployedteen]

(by Dulcette)

[pocketful-of-poesy]

Sophokles, Elektra, trans. Anne Carson

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“He looked at himself through her eyes — his neck, his chest, his eyes full of love. Was this him — through her eyes? Gentle, ardent, hesitant a little, his skin unwritten but filling up with this new language?”

— Jeanette Winterson, from Lighthousekeeping

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“How deep they drove themselves into me, the things it was impossible to say aloud.” - Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“They were dancing, only not to music, but to the unheard rhythm of their own wild hearts.” - Virginia Woolf, Between the Acts

[elrxssell]

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[noorshirazie]

“you are so much more than the burdens that claim you when you are alone with sinister thoughts.”

— Noor Shirazie, Into the Wildfire: Battle Scars

[meanwhilepoetry]

What do the Gods care. They breathe aether not air. They drink ambrosia not water. Their blood is ichor and immortal whilst ours is rusting, slow rotting iron. But here’s what they do not want you to know. Without our prayers and tributes, their mighty Olympus turns into just another ruin. Their aether grows polluted with unrest and darkness. Their ambrosia bitters and their immortality begins to feel like a burden. Ask a God to name his weaknesses. If he is honest, he will tell you they wear mortal skin and go by names like yours.

Nikita Gill, Even The Gods Have Weaknesses

[especially]

[modedamour]

[thegoodvybe]

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[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“I must tell you that I should really like to think there’s something wrong with me because if there isn’t, then there’s something wrong with the world itself — and that’s much more frightening! That would be terrible. So I’d rather believe there is something wrong with me, that could be put right.” - T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party

[theburnthatkeepseverything]

“lxxv. “Are you happy?” “In all honesty? No. But I am curious- I am curious in my sadness, and I am curious in my joy. I am everseeking, everfeeling. I am in awe of the beautiful moments life gives us, and I am in awe of the difficult ones. I am transfixed by grief, by growth. It is all so stunning, so rich, and I will never convince myself that I cannot be somber, cannot be hurt, cannot be overjoyed. I want to feel it all- I don’t want to cover it up or numb it. So no, I am not happy. I am open, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

— Bianca Sparacino.