Things Unknown, But Longed For Still

I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable.

[inkysitor-deactivated20160424]

some nature for the soul

[emchughes]

Dear employers, I will have to take the day off today because: ☐ It’s December and the streets are papier-mached with wet bronze leaves and it’s so dark outside that the cars have their headlights on at 3pm ☐ I have recently been through a breakup, or I have been through a breakup at any time in my life really, and I woke up today with the absolute conviction that I will never be loved again ☐ A dog looked at me ☐ I got a text from someone for whom I feel a mix of concern and frustration and recognition and longing that is both more and less than romance ☐ Someone made a joke about dead pets meeting you in heaven ☐ Daylight savings time ☐ I passed a knot of flowers that were so bright they glowed through the dim grey water of the day and when was anything in my life last that luminous? ☐ Girls are too pretty ☐ For the first time I genuinely comprehend that there is not enough time to have all the lives I wanted ☐ I accidentally listened to Leonard Cohen

Why I Am Not Coming In To Work Today (via mercurieux)

[meanwhilepoetry]

If they come looking for me tonight, tell them I ran away with the moon to see the stars. Tell them like the wolves, I never could resist the moon nor the beauty of the night.

Nikita Gill (via galaxyghosty)

[weatheredwritings]

I can turn you into poetry, but I cannot make you love me.

(via waterfashion)

[ms-mandy-m]

Climbing roses

[cheruub]

eyes

[allthingseurope]

Blockey, UK by christopher price

[danielkanhai]

i’m not against vaping, but man, vaping two inches from my face on the subway is a ridiculous asshole kind of move. this dude was billowing like he was auditioning for the role of haunted house fog machine. the humidity in the whole car changed, he was ruining haircuts. just jump starting the water cycle. condensation was dripping down my glasses. people were slipping off poles, it was chaos. it was like watching one man try to terraform the moon. a planet with one dense, root beer scented atmosphere blocking out the sun and choking all life. 

[jazzcochina-deactivated20180807]

i consider this a sort of prose poem to be honest

[sillofshade-blog]

Agreed

[fyp-philosophy]

They tried to bury us. They didn’t know we were seeds.

Mexican Proverb (via fyp-philosophy)

[theplowshavehadtheirrest-blog]

and i loved him until all he was were the spaces between his ribs and the way he wrapped his arms around himself and held himself at night when he thought no one was looking but i saw him and i loved him

untitled//z.b. (via theplowshavehadtheirrest)

[achillestiel]

The problem wasn’t that I was broken Or that I had lost my way Maybe the problem was this; I could never really love myself By damn, did I love you

But people are afraid of damaged little things // s.j (via achillestiel)

[junibloom]

Spent the whole day harvesting lavender.Love and light!xxx https://www.etsy.com/shop/beautycreek

[lilcontinent-deactivated2015070]

[dis-contented]

I am deeply offended by this due to its accuracy.

[sillofshade-blog]

Unfortuantely true.

[classysoutherndarling]

She’s whiskey in a teacup.

Lauren James  (via blackshivers)

[wordsnquotes]

Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself; I am large — I contain multitudes.

Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass.  (via wordsnquotes)

This poem is literally everything to me.

[allthingseurope]

Florence, Italy ( by Andrea Demagistris)

[amordazados]

Early morning in Istanbul* by tarikjesenkovic

[lovewales]

Worm’s Head view, Gower  |  by Paul Meldrew