[slugboy]

When this is over we can rule the world

[weltenwellen]

Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001

[books-n-quotes]

“I could not help it: the restlessness was in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes.”

— Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via books-n-quotes)

[coffeestainedbliss]

“And always in my grief I wish I were powerful, a god—and if I was, if I ever could be— I promise I would never make you suffer.”

— Brennan Sprague, from “Elegy for the Exit,” The Shore (no. 1, Spring 2019)

[amargedom]

““Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.””

— Pablo Neruda (via naturaekos)

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

“A person who “cries for the moon” wants too much—wants, in fact, more wanting—weeps into the lack. You can’t make a wish upon the moon.”

— The Crying Book, Heather Christle

[jailsongs]

WE START WITH A FOUR YR OLD GIRL IN LOVE WITH ALL THINGS INNOCENT & VOLATILE she was born during a storm that lodged itself behind her ribcage, fear and recklessness were things she would never have to be taught she learnt the human craving to hurt & be hurt in the schoolyard revolution temptation came through unblinking eyes & flickering screens & imagination caution was hard; she had to unlearn invincibility first. when it came it was fire, & an intimate knowledge of ruin death was the heat of summer, just as it always has been, that lazy feet-scorched-self-destructing-ever-present dread love was a punch to the gut. or maybe that was hate. or both. that one-two in the dead of winter where night means so much more she learnt repentance on her unbending knees & the sea has taught her to dance IN THE END WE ARE LEFT WITH A SIXTEEN YR OLD GIRL AND THE SOBERING FACT THAT SHE FEELS MOST AT HOME IN A GRAVEYARD

STORMS or HOW NOT TO GROW UP, Sophia Anderson (via jailsongs)

[weltenwellen]

Wale Ayinla, from “Portrait of a Boy with Grief”

[margot-terc]

sun love pls

[weltenwellen]

Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

[sassafranski]

ominous mornings in Big Sur

[quotes-of-her]

"Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway."

Edgar Allan Poe

[goodreadss]

Willows in the Garden at Bougival Berthe Morisot, 1884

The Garden at Bougival Berthe Morisot, 1884

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“So you know how things stand. Now forget what they think of you. Be satisfied if you can live the rest of your life, however short, as your nature demands. Focus on that, and don’t let anything distract you. You’ve wandered all over and finally realized that you never found what you were after: how to live. Not in syllogisms, not in money, or fame, or self-indulgence. Nowhere.” - Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

[minuty]

“It is enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.”

— Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (via minuty)

[naturaekos]

“Language is a thing that seduced me. Language is a thing that perverted me. Language is a thing that formed me. Language is a thing that deformed me.”

— Blaise Cendrars (via amortizing)

[danger]