[saltedsea]

I saw madness in his eyes.

They are green, like fields before the first storm in July.

Sometimes he looks at me and I smile.

Sometimes It’s breaking my heart .

[saltedsea]

𝐼’𝑚 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠

𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒’𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟? 𝐻𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒?

𝑂ℎ 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘!

𝐻𝑒’𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠

𝐻𝑒’𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝐼 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼’𝑚 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔

𝐼’𝑚 𝑠𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑑

𝐼’𝑚 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ.

[ladymacbeeth]

[saltedsea]

Sometimes I feel like I’m a forest.

Endless miles of trees and ground.

Thousands of secrets and stories that were never heard.

And the bodies, lost somewhere, dying somewhere, already dead.

[ladymacbeeth]

new place, new thoughts, new poems

[ladymacbeeth]

they said I should use more yellow when I paint, but god I tried, and I can’t take the brightness I only use red, to show where it hurts and stormy blue, so you can feel my rage too I follow lines, sometimes I cross them sometimes, I rip my art apart

[saltedsea]

“I have this enormous anger inside, My body can barely handel it, If I get some knives in my hands, I’m gonna throw them everywhere, They will cut the air and stuck in the walls, in the flesh.”

[saltedsea]

What am I? A woman A corpse of a woman Trying to cover that I’m already dead Putting some flowers in my hair So animals cannot smell That I’m slowly rotting.

[saltedsea]

The sea is calling me

With voices

Sweeter than melodies

Sharper than knives.

[saltedsea]

And what, if you have already crossed that border? The one that makes the ground beneath your feet a home. What, if you can never go back to how it was before?

[luthienne]

Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

[saltedsea]

[saltedsea]

My hands are red from a prayer that used to be mine, even though it never felt like it.

[saltedsea]

I never wanted to admit how scared I was of the things living in the woods. All the creatures and roots and the sounds between blows of wind.

[saltedsea]

I had his blood on my hands

but I couldn’t see his face.

[saltedsea]

„This moment reminds me so much of home. The same air that makes it easy to breathe. The birds singing like they did every spring evening in my hometown. The sky is blue and gray with a piece of melancholy just like there. But it’s not home and that’s what breaks my heart. I’m in this peaceful moment, but not in the right place.”

[libraerie]

happy international women’s day my loves. we are all so powerful. don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. i love all of u so much