Orphic Wanderer

'Guilt Was Her Poison'

[qvotable]

“For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse. So collapse. Crumble. This is not your destruction. This is your birth.”

— Zoe Skylar

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

“Sometimes, I stand at the end of a street during rush hour and scream into the bright gallows of noise. I beg at the altars of glass bottles. Nobody touches me. I sting.”

— The Right Kind Of Animal, ‘Hearth’ by Jasmine Ledesma

[voirlvmer]

“Everyone is speaking at the same time; the rain is speaking at the same time.”

— Jennifer Chang, from “The Strangers”, Some Say the Lark (via voirlvmer)

[thespilledquotes]

“We… need to forgive ourselves… for all the things we didn’t do. All the things we should have done. You can’t get stuck on the regrets of what should have happened.”

— Mitch Albom (via thehopefulquotes)

[thespilledquotes]

“So plant your own gardens and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.”

— Jorge Luis Borges (via thoughtkick)

[heavensghost]

Katie Maria, there was once something here

[greywoodpoetry]

The stars glistened on august nights

Weeping, softly

Choking on tears of love and friendship grown cold

Dead as the corn stalks standing in Ohio

Waiting for winter winds to bend them to their knees

Demanding prayers to gods that only few worship

And the stars still shine, shimmering

Celestial memories dwindling into the inky black

All while I stand

Alive and well enough, a monument

To the broken and the damned

Who pray to those old gods

Who navigate by weeping stars

Just another broken thing to be left behind

Buried in the sands of time

All while the stars continue to cry

[itsloriel]

Butterflies and Flowers | Hiroko Otake

[text-body]

“What sort of body is it that is free to change its shape and location at will, that can become anyone and travel anywhere? If the body is a metaphor for our locatedness in space and time and thus for the finitude of human perception and knowledge, then the postmodern body is no body at all”

— Susan Bordo, Feminism, Postmodernism & Gender Scepticism

[quotefeeling]

“Have a little bit of faith in yourself and let that be your most beautiful quality. Take in a little more of softness in your day to day tasks and allow your inner stillness to guide you into peaceful efficiency.”

— Juansen Dizon, Working With Softness

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“There is so little you can tell a reader. You can give a place for them to wait, a sort of dead time that is unreal and fathomed, or phantomed, in ghost or fever, fever or ghost, in dream delay, stay, stray, slay, but let’s pause on sorrow. Feeling and emotion are only part of the truth.”

— Leah Umansky, from “Monologue,” Memorious (no. 31, December 2020)

[quotefeeling]

“You have to take risks. We will only understand the miracle of life fully when we allow the unexpected to happen.”

— Paulo Coelho

[quotefeeling]

“I’m not afraid of dying. Pieces of me die all the time.”

— Sage Francis

[quotethat]

“You deserve a wild love from a gentle soul.”

— Unknown

[stay-close]

“When I’m with you, I feel a kind of calm I’ve never felt in my life. I’m tangled up in you and you’re tangled up in me and it feels right. Like it was meant to be.”

— Rachel Gibson, Tangled Up In You (via quotefeeling)

[geniuss-loci-deactivated2021052]

We are heavy as rain carrying clouds,

Never knowing where to pour it down.

Only talking in thunders language

But tonight, we are leaking secrets like the skys leaking moonlight.

I don't know how to write about you anymore,

There is no kind goodbye or a proper ending for us.

It will leave our mouths open and hands on the air as our conversation is cut in half.

Like time suddenly froze. It will end abruptly.

Like how this poem ends now.

[megairea]

“When the moon sails out the water hides earth’s surface, the heart feels like an island in the infinite silence.”

— Federico García Lorca, from The Moon Wakes (tr. by A.S. Kline)