With these ruins, make a mural of yourself.

Chronicles of the messy, beautiful and glorious state of being human. 📍🇿🇦

[leonardospoetry]

[writerswritecompany]

Suggested reading: The 30 Best Quotes On Books And Reading

[sanelle]

Love. The greatest thing to live for! Love is eternal.

[writerswritecompany]

Quotable – Anthony Doerr

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[awkward-sultana]

@the2headedcalf / On Love, Alain de Botton /  @tilthat / Céline Sciamma / Twitter: Nightshiftmp3 / Twitter: Thepartypope / Portrait of a Lady on Fire / The Clean House, Sarah Ruhl

[lifeinpoetry]

“Now that I’ve survived when does living begin?”

— — Derrick Austin, from “My Education,” Tenderness

[kafk-a]

[entheognosis]

““A Sioux friend told me: The Creator gathered all of creation and said, "I want to hide something from the humans until they are ready for it. It is the realization that they create their own reality.” The eagle said, “Give it to me, I will take it to the moon.” The Creator said, “No. One day they will go there and find it.” The salmon said, “I will hide it on the bottom of the ocean.” “No, they will go there too.” The buffalo said, “I will bury it on the great plains.” The Creator said, “They will cut the skin of the earth and find it even there.” Then Grandmother Mole… who has no physical eyes but sees with spiritual eyes, said, “Put it inside them” [for that is the last place they will look.] The Creator said, “It is done.””

—

Gary Zukav

[wovi]

james longenbach / wendy cope / jon kabat-zinn

[soft-lovely]

nothing is as tender as annotating your favourite books. it’s like leaving a piece of your heart on the pages for somebody else to find.

[entheognosis]

“When a cat falls out of a tree, it lets go of itself. The cat becomes completely relaxed, and lands lightly on the ground. But if a cat were about to fall out of a tree and suddenly make up its mind that it didn’t want to fall, it would become tense and rigid, and would be just a bag of broken bones upon landing. In the same way, it is the philosophy of the Tao that we are all falling off a tree, at every moment of our lives. As a matter of fact, the moment we were born, we were kicked off a precipice, and we are falling, and there is nothing that can stop it. So instead of living in a state of chronic tension, and clinging to all sorts of things that are actually falling with us because the whole world is impermanent, be like a cat.”

—

Alan Watts 

[hiddenshores]

“All I ever really want to know is how other people are making it through life—where do they put their body, hour by hour, and how do they cope inside of it.”

— Miranda July, from It Chooses You

[luthienne]

“But I know about suffering; if that helps. I know that it ends.”

— James Baldwin, from If Beale Street Could Talk

[boringangel]

these are the valentine’s day hours on the website of a flower shop not far from my apartment & i thought “8 am - ‘til the last rose” was really cute 

[jacobwren]

“There is no time or place— even the most hellish in association and no matter how marked by boredom or destruction—that could not have its nostalgist. The reason for this is simple. Memory, like longing, is selective and not subject to consensus.”

— S. D. Chrostowska, Matches

[ritikajyala]

My brother cracked my rib one morning and gave me half of his orange in the evening.

I remember being younger and sometimes wishing to be a single child, to have all the attention and gifts and time but when he was away from home for the first time, I remember crying and stroking his side of the sofa as if blurting out my first wish- for him to be home, without thinking twice, without a shadow of doubt. Even the genie cried. Growing up with a sibling is like being the only people on a stranded boat, constantly figuring out how you can live with them and questioning how you could ever live without them.

One evening, in a fit of anger, I told him how I never wanted him to be my brother and he yelled that he didn't ask for it either. The air smelled like kerosene and my chest was filled with arsenic. I was raging and threw his favorite toy aeroplane down the window, 7 stories of guilt and shame. He cried all night and I wanted to cut off my right hand, the hand that hurt my baby brother. I didn't know if he was ever going to forgive me or even talk to me. The next morning at breakfast, he didn't look at me or say a word, I felt like my chest was about to explode and guilt clouded my vision. But then, I felt a hand quietly holding half of an orange my way.

The only people on a stranded boat. How do you live with them? How could you ever live without them?

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

[thoughtkick]

“I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.”

— Epiphany