eat the stars

hey. i'm savannah. sometimes i like to pretend that i'm a writer.

[latenightcornerstore]

It’s summer, which means my skin is all honey before noon. Which means I’m celebrating the anniversaries of lovers I never kissed and bodies I never loved. Which means the air is humid as an open mouth with all this wanting.

POPSICLES AND GEORGIA O’KEEFFE PAINTINGS by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

[thelovejournals]

Love someone who is kinder to you than you are to yourself.

Nikita Gill, Things I Wish I Had Learned Sooner (via thelovejournals)

[thelovejournals]

If you can love the wrong one so much, just imagine how much you can love the right one.

Brandon Stanton, Humans of New York (via thelovejournals)

[retrogressives]

I realize that I’m slipping and it feels like winter again. It feels like shivering beneath my sweatshirt. It feels like your fingers against my face, like tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I was gone for the longest time and I don’t think I came back whole. Or at least not made of the same pieces. It’s there in my chest and I realize I can’t breathe. My senses belong to someone else and I can’t help feeling overwhelmed. I smell it, I taste it. I feel it on my skin. I can see the hazy red lights and, still, it feels like darkness. It feels like the side your face against my neck. It feels like shaky sobs. It feels like caring all too much.

(via retrogressives)

[lifeinpoetry]

I thought, my body is your body, is a temple on fire, is a blinded mask, is a jail cell,

Hafizah Geter, from “Testimony,” published in Tin House (via lifeinpoetry)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

…and I love, in the old—in the ancient way, through and through…

Katherine Mansfield, from a diary entry featured in The Journal of Katherine Mansfield (1914-1922)

[pigmenting]

So this poem is a telegram to let you know that / I still think about you, that I’m still proud of you, / that when I remember you, I always remember you / as beautiful.

Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz, from “Heavenly Creature” in Oh, Terrible Youth (via pacificaly)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

If I could stop talking, completely cease talking for a year, I might begin to get well,

Franz Wright, from God’s Silence: Poems; “Beginning Again,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[thelovejournals]

You can love a person without wanting to be with them. Just like you can want to be with someone before you love them.

Thomas Maddox, Beautiful Redemption (via wordsnquotes)

[dephus]

Would ‘sorry’ have made any difference? Does it ever? It’s just a word. One word against a thousand actions.

Sarah Ockler (via ohteenscanrelate)

[wordsnquotes]

… always rub honey into wounds instead of salt.

Meggie Royer, Writings For Winter (via wordsnquotes)

[thequotejournals]

i am afraid that if i open myself i will not stop pouring. (why do i fear becoming a river. what mountain gave me such shame.)

Jamie Oliveira, “Erosion” (via backshelfpoet)

[wnq-writers]

There is well-known saying that if you love something, you should set it free and if it truly belongs to you it will return to you one day. But if you’ve ever found yourself in that situation and your love did not return, then you must let go of your sadness and move forward. Letting them leave and move on with their life is the gift you gave to them. Letting them go and moving on with your life is a gift you give to yourself.

Ranata Suzuki (via wnq-writers)

[wordsnquotes]

The sea: I didn’t lose myself in it; I found myself in it.

Albert Camus, Notebooks (1942-1951)

[quotemadness]

Nice people don’t necessarily fall in love with nice people.

Jonathan Franzen (via quotemadness)

[goldessz]

How do you forget someone

by focusing on yourself

[wnq-writers]

You will never love another the same way, again. And I’m still trying to figure out if that’s a blessing or a tragedy.

N.M.Sanchez (via wordsnquotes)