reverie

i'm the fox you've been waiting for

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“February roses are like flames that warm the cold Moon on a winter night,”

— Bing Hua, from Roses by the Stream; Poems; “February Roses,”

[theliteraryjournals]

Making love was never about you and me in a bed. We made love whenever we held hands.

Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via wordsnquotes)

[taurus-nymph]

“Screw poetry, it’s you I want, your taste, rain on you, mouth on your skin.”

— Margaret Atwood, Late Night (via wordsnquotes)

[taurus-nymph]

“Screw poetry, it’s you I want, your taste, rain on you, mouth on your skin.”

— Margaret Atwood, Late Night (via wordsnquotes)

[taurus-nymph]

undress my mind not my body

[existential-celestial]

Anna Kamienska, from “Industrious Amazement: A Notebook,” translated by Clare Cavanagh in Poetry (March 1st, 2011)

[existential-celestial]

“you are a horse running alone and he tries to tame you compares you to an impossible highway to a burning house says you are blinding him that he could never leave you forget you want anything but you you dizzy him, you are unbearable every woman before or after you is doused in your name you fill his mouth his teeth ache with memory of taste his body just a long shadow seeking yours but you are always too intense frightening in the way you want him unashamed and sacrificial he tells you that no man can live up to the one who lives in your head and you tried to change didn’t you? closed your mouth more tried to be softer prettier less volatile, less awake but even when sleeping you could feel him travelling away from you in his dreams so what did you want to do, love split his head open? you can’t make homes out of human beings someone should have already told you that and if he wants to leave then let him leave you are terrifying and strange and beautiful something not everyone knows how to love.”

— For women who are ‘difficult’ to love, Warsan Shire

[beautymyeyes-see]

Mahmoud Darwish, To a Young Poet, Translated by Fady Joudah

[existential-celestial]

“It had been a mild, serene spring day; one of those days which towards the end of March or the beginning of April, rise shining over the earth as heralds of summer.”

— Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë

[existential-celestial]

“Spring has come again. The earth is like a child who knows poems by heart;”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, “XXI,”  in Sonnets to Orpheus  (Part One)

[rbhvleo]

[her-minds-a-mess]

What a silly thought

to think that the point of a relationship

is to be forever.

I have had forevers last six months

and forevers last two years

and still they run through my veins

as lessons

as experiences

as growth.

Never minimize a relationship as a failure

just because it has completed its’ course

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[blueteensclub]

[demoniac]

Nikes

[die-rosastrasse]

The way this artist paints the sky 🌙✨

Alfred Stevens

Belgian, 1823-1906

[taurus-nymph]

“Don’t you ever shy away from something because you love it too much. I don’t care if it’s a person, or a passion, or a dream. We’re too afraid of our own hearts these days, too worried that we might wreck ourselves. But we were never born to hide from the things that could make us the happiest. So take the job, kiss the girl, pour your heart out. Make mistakes, big mistakes, and live so fully that you know what it feels like to be in pain. To be in love. To be anything at all.”

— (via yourhandwrittenletter)