soulsculpting

I call myself my home.

[soulsculpting]

𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 caging memories from the start, the fingerprints, the touch, the air, the smell, the pain- holding everything within. I wonder if it ever forgets a touch, be it living or dead, be it materialistic or not, does it ever forgets?

they say soul remembers everything, the cries, the pain, the love, the warmth... everything. but maybe there is something deeper than the soul itself, something which is rooted deep beneath those layers- layers of existence, layers of memories.

𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 nothing but a merge of past, present and future.

𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 nothing but nemesis of heart.

- poulami

[bubblysuggestion]

living life at your own pace isn’t a waste of time

[liesandnights]

Arabic poetry is so beautifully yet painfully romantic. I mean, They asked “do you love her to death?” I said “speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life” and “Because my love for you is higher than words, I’ve decided to fall silent” and “It is not enough to say love in Arabic, you must say ‘be the thing that buries me’” could have Jane Austen crying and shaking.

[liesandnights]

Isn't it wonderful how you're always finding new songs and new books and new shows and new hobbies and new places and new people to fall in love with? There will always be things to love, as long as you stick around to find them.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

i know i say im evil and everything but bro sometimes i just wanna be held

[liesandnights]

To lovely humans who were excluded from invitations, left behind when they tied their shoes, forced to walk in the grass when the sidewalk was full, spoken over when you tried to contribute, whispered about or laughed at, given side-eye when you tried to fit in…. you are so worthy of love.

[rainreads-deactivated20250201]

-Emily Dickinson.

[weltenwellen]

Adonis, tr. by Khaled Mattawa, Selected Poems

[llleighsmith]

trust that the loving energy you fuse into the universe will come back to you, maybe not in the time frame or ways you are expecting, but it will find you and warm you, this exchange is eternal

[gumuhit]

you’re going to love again, find a job again, create art again, do what you love again, feel powerful again. you’re going to be back on track. i don’t know when, but you are going to feel like yourself again, eventually. this isn’t the end. hang in there.

[anatomyofmelancholia]

Joy Harjo, Perhaps the World Ends Here

[wholesomequotess]

In Vietnamese, the word for missing someone and remembering them is the same: nhó, Sometimes, when you ask me over the phone, C nhó me không? I flinch, thinking you meant, Do you remember me?

I miss you more than I remember you.

- Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

[the2headedcalf-movedagain]

if you've ever read a child's poem, you'll notice that it strikes you in a different way, often deeper, than that of an adult. the prose is simplistic, maybe clumsy, yet you know it's good. i think it's because children don't have the tendency of adults to use flowery language to conceal the truth. they have no one to impress but themselves. they do not create as if there is an invisible judge, they say exactly what they want to say, and this plainness is what makes their work so heartwrenching. it sort of reminds me of what that professor said in their creative writing class. "to resist metaphor is a difficult thing". it is. i think good poets write like children.

[ofallingstar]

“We held hands. I was wondering what it would be like to have a home of your own where you could come and go, where people would be welcome, where you would never be frightened again.”

— Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? (via luthienne)

[feral-ballad]

Clementine Von Radics, from In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; “I say your name, and the audience shifts in their seats”

[feral-ballad]

Yrsa Daley-Ward, from bone; “nose”

[frogpronouns]

what you need to understand about recommending a show to me is that no matter how much we both know I'll like it, I can't watch it until the Neurodivergence Department in my brain approves it. I don't know when that will be, and I don't have any more control over it than you do.