[oh-sochic]

You should never ask why is this happening to me? But rather, what lesson should I learn because this is happening to me?

[dankmemeuniversity]

[stolenwine]

“Sometimes, the bees tell her, things that are sweet like this attract the worst kind of hungry.”

— Emma Bleker, From The Mouths Of The Bees, published in Rising Phoenix Review 

[oh-sochic]

“I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break.”

— Marya Hornbacher, Wasted (via wordsnquotes)

[weltenwellen]

Louise Glück, from “Mutable Earth”, Poems 1962-2012

[dollykills-deactivated20240929]

Choke me and tell me I belong to you

[wnq-writers]

“There can be no rebirth without a dark night of the soul, a total annihilation of all that you believed in and thought that you were.”

— Hazrat Inayat Khan (via fyp-philosophy)

[5000letters]

“I wish there was someone I could have written to after that, someone I could have written to explain how awful it was to have someone touch you, then look at you properly and change his mind.”

— Helen Oyeyemi (via larmoyante)

[alonesomes]

“Today, I ripped you from my mouth like the bitterest apology I’ve ever given. I washed you off of my skin, watched the last of you disappear down the shower drain. Today, I made a choice not to set fire to the person I was when you loved me, not to burn myself to the ground just to see if you’d come running to the flames. Today, I stared down the morning until my eyes burned like suns. I left the house. I wore a black dress that hugged my hips like they would never have to apologize for their vastness again. I tore you from my hands, picked the splinters out with a pair of tweezers, one by one. I wore red lipstick and stained all my coffee cups with my own mouth. I looked in mirrors and smiled. I walked to the park and cried watching baby ducklings follow their mother into the water for the first time. I got drunk with my friends and didn’t bring you up once. I danced under the streetlights and kissed a stranger who tasted nothing like you. I went home alone and slept for twelve hours. I didn’t see you painted on the inside of my eyelids like the ceiling of an abandoned cathedral. I didn’t break a single dish in my house. I showered until all the hot water was gone and, my God, I was so brave, to keep going without you. To dig through the layers of you and find myself glowing, no longer the moth, but the light, itself. I was so brave to get left by you and not fall to pieces. to get left by you and not fall at all.”

— Caitlyn Siehl, Left

[5000letters]

““Your mother did not raise you with a wolf in your chest so you could howl over losing a man.””

— R.I.D

[aleeliel]

“Women like you should not be brutalised by love. You are generations of blood and fire, you are all war. Take your knees from the floor. Don’t look at him. Something violent and brutal and ugly is howling inside of you. Act like it.”

— Azra.T., “Olivia Pope”  (via 5000letters)

[wnq-writers]

“Her eyes reflected the defeat she carried in her heart, I felt death just looking at them.”

— VàZaki Nada

[5000letters]

after your last heartbreak, you rule a different Kingdom. one made of teeth. the crows come and pick the sadness out of your cavities. you sit on your throne carved from bone, you stop eating sugar. when they ask you what love is, you snarl. you tell them that love weakens, that it cuts you off at the knees.

[emilia-roseee]

“You’re a woman, use it; bring every man you meet to his motherfucking knees”

— My mother (via raysofthesun)

[5000letters]

It’s strange because Shaking The Trees is sort of like a tribute to who I once was. Baby me, too young, too naive, too caught up in love. I’m still that person but I’ve developed so much as a writer that this book always takes me aback when I look through it. I’m proud that I wrote it, I’m proud that it was published and I’m also very proud that I’ve changed. Still baby me, still learning but slightly differently this time. If anyone wants to know Baby Azra then you can buy Shaking The Trees here and you’d be making me smile and getting to know a past self. 

[insanely--crazy]

[killmyshadow]