Another Postcard With Chimpanzees

A paradox of myself. I'm nothing fully. Poet. Writer. Part-Time Lover.

[abiding-in-peace]

“New beginnings are often disguised as painful endings.”

— Lao Tzu (via purplebuddhaquotes)

[willowstar204]

“and now he’s just a stranger who happens to know all my secrets”

— Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers

[apoemaday]

Mouthful of Forever

by Clementine von Radics

I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers. We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin. Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night. Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come. I think that has to be part of its miracle.

This is how we heal. I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you.

And I will not be afraid of your scars.

I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know: whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I will love you when you are a still day. I will love you when you are a hurricane.

[haleyincarnate]

Excerpt from ‘’Here and Away” by Neil Hilborn, featured in his poetry collection, Our Numbered Days

[lunchboxpoems]

NEIL HILBORN

[naihve]

[quotemadness]

We’re all shipwrecked on this idea that everything has to be explained.

Shane Koyczan (via quotemadness)

[xan-oku]

[studypetals]

4.8.17+9:08am // go your own pace.

[hplyrikz]

Everything I love here

[hplyrikz]

Clear your mind here

[bunlly]

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (via lazypacific)

[vesselsofmercy]

The rain Is full of ghosts tonight

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Sonnets (via honeyfleshed)

[the-blank-verses]

I thought it would be cool to do a little list of my favorite poems (although there are way more) /Emily

[remanence-of-love]

We usually forget how beautiful the beginning was…

[sleepyforestghost]

when you hate your legs  remember that they carried you through the hardest parts of your life. they get you out of bed every day and take you to what you love.

when you hate your stomach remember that it helped you gain strength. it holds the memories of deep laughter and great meals. it is full of warmth and joy.

when you hate your arms remember that they are strong, which makes you strong. but they are also soft and can be used to cuddle and hold the ones you love.

[staceybrucomics]

[nobrashfestivity]

Edvard Munch, themes of isolation:

Woman on sea coast, 1888

Evening melancholy , 1891