all is well.

[larmoyante]

You remember too much, my mother said to me recently. Why hold onto all that? And I said, Where can I put it down?

Anne Carson, excerpt from “The Glass Essay” (via larmoyante)

[thequotejournals]

I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.

Azra.T “My Heart is Full of Open Windows” (via thequotejournals)

[buttonpoetry]

[katep-m]

For everything bad, there’s a million really exciting things. Whether it’s somebody puts out a really great book, there’s a new movie, there’s a new detective, the sky is unbelievably golden, you know, you have your best cup of coffee you ever had in your life.

Patti Smith talks to NPR about how, despite all the terrible things happening in the world, there are “a million really exciting things.” Good Monday vibes.  (via katep-m)

[wnq-writers]

Sometimes I feel that you have the whole universe hidden inside of you.

Savera, to A.Richard (via wnq-writers)

[thelovejournals]

I think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn’t that dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest, dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they’ll still love you, because they know you. I wanted to go with her. I wanted her to notice me. And then she stopped walking. Under the moon, she stopped. And looked at us. She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to tell me something; I don’t know. She probably didn’t even know I was there. But I’ll always love her. All my life.

Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 8: Worlds’s End (via thelovejournals)

[wordsnquotes]

Well, let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, “The Sensible Thing” (via soracities)

[anancientheart]

you’re going to be so loved. you think what you’ve felt before them is big, real, right, the only. but oh my god, you’re going to be so loved you’re not going to know what to do with it all. you’re not going to know where to put it all when they hand it to you. you’re just going to start giving it to everybody else, smiling at every stranger on the street. all the pennies are going to be facing up for you and you won’t even feel like you need to pick them up. you haven’t met this person yet but they’re there. they’re thinking about the person who doesn’t want them like they wish they did. they’re wondering if that could be it for them. they’re stuck like you, neither of you realizing you don’t have to be stuck. they’re in a bookstore trying to distract themselves from this unrequited thing and a book catches their attention. the only copy, wedged between some others they didn’t see at all. it catches their attention and they buy it without even opening it. this is the book you’ve had next to your bed for three years. the book you carried with you for so long that the colors started changing on the cover, the pages started falling out. they take this book home and set it on the kitchen table, still not opening it. they set it next to an open cereal box and a dirty spoon. it sits there for a long time. they don’t open it until they feel like it is time to be somewhere else, like it is time to be a new person. they lay on their couch with a dim lamp behind them, casting a shadow on the pages. they read the whole thing in one night and they don’t even sleep. they just watch the sun rise and then go to work. you don’t know you’re going to love this person yet. you don’t even know what their hair color is, or what their laugh sounds like drunk at four in the morning. you don’t know what gets them to stop feeling sad, you don’t know that it’s going to be you. you feel the space around you. it’s almost loud right now. you feel it and you can’t believe that a person is going to fill it up, quiet it all down. you can’t believe that someday a person you haven’t met yet is going to take up all of the space in the world. but they’re going to. and it’s going to be everything that you were looking for. it’s going to be everything that this person was not ready to give you.

Emery Allen, from her new book Soft Human (via wethinkwedream)

[campstovelife]

[sahayata]

Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.

Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

[samxcamargo]

Feel it. The thing that you don’t want to feel. Feel it, and be free.

Nayyirah Waheed (via wethinkwedream)

[hkdeactivated-deactivated201602]

In Punjabi, there is no direct translation of “I miss you”. So I’ll say “Teri yaad sataundi ah” instead which roughly translates to “Your memory makes me suffer” and I think that’s more accurate.

Harman Kaur   (via seulray)

[sahayata]

How I wish to be exploring parts of the world, right now. Capturing photos, sipping coffee, getting lost in all the maps, sore feet, full heart.

Amsterdam, August 2015

[coral]

You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.

 Richard Siken (via feellng)

[surrealpsychesurge]

The earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. It is up to us. It’s been said that astronomy is a humbling, and I might add, a character-building experience. To my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.

Carl Sagan (via surrealpsychesurge)

[croathia]

[larmoyante]

I like to see people reunited, maybe that’s a silly thing, but what can I say, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.

Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via theimperfectideal)