act on your impulse

a collection of poetry which has touched my heart and lead me to think in new ways.

[kalesbug]

Trying to find something to motivate myself and I found this little line from Van Gogh

[hexthepatriarchy]

#important #lessons

[coral]

[probablyuncomfortable]

[spencermadsen-deactivated201701]

[devonsdiary]

Who taught me to suck in my stomach, or my cheeks? Who told me to stand with my legs apart and my hips thrust back to create the illusion of a gap between my thighs? Who made me believe that the most beautiful part of me is my negative space?

Negative Space (via grillfriend)

[ellieinblack]

I hope one day somebody loves you so much

that they see violets in the bags under your eyes, sunsets in the downward arch of your lips

that they recognize you as something green, something fresh and still growing even if sometimes you are growing sideways

that they do not waste their time trying to fix you.

[xyzdump-deactivated20190916]

[declaringwar]

Flypaper

[herestothescars]

[revitalisation-deactivated20150]

I’ve lived in the same house for my whole life and I still sometimes open the cupboard with plates when I want a bowl. I’ve lived in the same house for my whole life and I still open the cupboard with bowls when I want a plate. I’ve lived in the same house for my whole life and I still get a fork out when I want a spoon. I’ve lived in the same house for my whole life and only just recently have I noticed that walking through one of the corridors, the skirting glares because of the light and the angle I’m looking at it and I think it’s a bug or something and every time I remember that it’s just light I clench my fists because I’m angry for forgetting. I’ve lived in the same house for my whole life and I still struggle to walk up and down the stairs when my eyes are closed. I’ve lived in the same house for my whole life and when it’s dark I still struggle to navigate my way. I’ve lived in the same house for my whole life and I only know a couple of good hiding spots. I’ve lived in the same house for my whole life and when I do things it’s second nature, like breathing, like I don’t even need to try, it’s a subconscious routine. I’ve lived in the same house for my whole life and the comfort I get from waking up and seeing my ceiling does not compare to the feeling I get when you squeeze my hand. I’ve lived in the same house for my whole life and the hairs that stick up on my neck when the stairs creak at night when I walk on them can’t even match the chills I get along my spine when your skin passes against mine. I’ve lived in the same house for my whole life and I could probably draw every corner and edge but there is no artist who could ever capture the true beauty of your smile. I’ve lived in the same house for my whole life but you are my home. 

[j0hhnn]

[b-a-n-i-d-o]

[pigmenting]

My second grade teacher liked to ask us, “How do you feel today, on a scale of one to ten?” Ten always meant I’m super, thank you and one was always not today, Mrs. MacAuley, not today. But I never liked numbers, they would always twist and rebel against my mind so I chose to speak in colors instead. January third - I am the color of mint chocolate chip ice cream but I’ve eaten all the chocolate chips. I am calm. February seventh - I am a bruise of blues and violets today. I think it would be best if I sat by the window. These are unhappy colors. April eleventh - I am turquoise, I am magenta, I am every color in the rainbow. April thirtieth - I am gray, I am silent. May first - I am orange, the color of melting creamsicles on a beach in July. June twelfth - I am as yellow as the school bus that will bring me home to summer. I am free. Twelve years later, I still use colors. The winter makes me feel cobalt blue, the ocean turns me a seafoam green. Violets and purples leave me uneasy and scarlet is a fever of fury. Some nights I drown in shades of navy, denim, and cornflower but other nights I meditate in forests of harlequin and shamrock. But you, you leave me a blinding white followed by a soft yellow: the color of sunlight after a period of darkness.

Kelsey Danielle, “A Diary of Colors” (via pigmenting)

[ckings]

[frails-deactivated20200726]

flower bed

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