Such Small Hands

Poetry. Love. Early mornings. Hurt. Magick. The smell of rain. Beauty. Smoke. Your hand in mine. Simplicity. Peace.

[tylerknott]

The Never Was #15. Having Autism Spectrum Disorder means that more often than not, this is how I am feeling. I get lost sometimes, in the noise of my mind, the world around me, the terrifically terrible consequence of being alive in this world today. I do my best to get by, but sometimes vanish a spell. This is a little bit of what coulda been a poem, but stayed here and became something kinda like one anyway. (at Helena, Montana) https://www.instagram.com/p/CJmrXc4FPwB/?igshid=10nfwfemm6jva

[love]

by Cristian Dorme

[fezzian]

[understands]

[especially]

[sennenkoi]

[eliminated]

[especially]

[foreheadxkisses]

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

“How can I teach her some way of being human that won’t destroy her? I would like to tell her, Love is enough, I would like to say, Find shelter in another skin.”

— Selected Poems II: 1976 - 1986, ‘Solstice Poem’ by Margaret Atwood

[feral-ballad]

Ilyas Abu Shabaka, tr. by Adnan Haydar and Michael Beard, from Modern Arabic Poetry: an anthology; “You or I?”

[elgreytea]

[quotefeeling]

“I hope you find someone who knows how to love you when you are sad.”

— Nikita Gill

[filmnoirsbian]

[thehopefulquotes]

“I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.”

— Michael Faudet

[thoughtkick]

“I hate this feeling. Like I’m here, but I’m not. Like someone cares. But they don’t. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air.”

— Ellen Hopkins

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