[weltenwellen]

May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude

[thepersonalquotes]

[deviika]

Fyodor Dostoyevsky // Alanis Morissette

[weltenwellen]

Franny Choi, from "I Guess By Now I Thought I’d Be Done With Shame"

[lifeinpoetry]

If there’s anything

                                  that still surprises me

               it’s the fact joy too has weight.

                                                     That at the end of all hurts

there lies another to climb out of

                                  while wearing your own face.

— Natalie Wee, from “After the Atlanta Spa Shootings, We Sat in a Field,” Beast at Every Threshold

[weltenwellen]

Margaret Atwood, from “Europe on $5 a Day”, The Door

[inkskinned]

i want to be loved gently. i want to be loved over a bowl of stew. i'm quieter, these days. i don't know that i ever really wanted a loud life anyway, but - i do get tired of being my own support structure. i get tired of having to paint myself brighter. i like the idea of holding someone else's brush. of letting them be my counterpoint, even if that takes trust. and yes; of course i have friends and family and loved ones.

but every once in a while, i think about how nice it would be to make two cups of coffee. i think about going to our local community theatre production just to support anybody on stage. i think about how i want to pack a cooler with little sandwiches cut into triangles and go on a day trip to somewhere new. to explore with somebody. to share that moment where something-is-new.

oh, my life is beautiful, i know that. but sometimes, in the quiet moments, the echo of what-is-gone comes back to me. i remember again the difference of being alone versus being lonely.

[thereignclub-trc]

Source

[weltenwellen]

Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998

[weltenwellen]

Resmaa Menakem, My Grandmother’s Hands: Racialized Trauma and the Pathway to Mending Our Hearts and Bodies

[gatekeepme]

humble enough to know i can be replaced, but wise enough to know ain’t nobody else like me

[perfectfeelings]

“I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.”

— Lauren Oliver, Delirium

[happyheidi]

~ via victoriamag

[flowerytale]

Susan Sontag, from “Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963″

[bookofjudith]

Girls Against God, Florence + the Machine // Interlude, Jeremy Lipking

[leehallfae]

“i think there’s something about being a young woman that feels very murderous. that’s what i was trying to get with a song like ‘dream girl evil.’ it can be dangerous for people to think you’re incredibly nice. when you get, ‘you’re an angel,’ that seems like such a high place to fall from. when i see messy or violent or terribly behaved women, especially young women, there’s a liberation. to not have to try and survive by being good.”

— florence welch on her song “dream girl evil”

[lifeinpoetry]

Waking me says this too: I miss you, I love you more than anything.

And I have to live with my love. It is almost more painful than the pain itself.

— Yanyi, from “The Cliff,” Dream of the Divided Field