a graveyard for poems

Sadness was sitting in your lap, having it's way with you

[nomorechoirs]

“The failure of love might count for most of the suffering in the world.”

— Marie Howe, from “The Map,” in Magdalene: Poems (via firstfullmoon)

[aabbccddmasp]

[cinemove]

[purplebuddhaproject]

“Lovers are patient and know that the moon needs time to become full.”

— Rumi (via purplebuddhaquotes)

[lainevierge]

“We were those girls, the artist’s daughters, the mermaids, the ones with long, tangled hair who did what they wanted. Inside, always, she knew she was free.”

— Wonderland by Stacey D'Erasmo

[meanwhilepoetry]

“The day I will finally rest is the day my daughter and her daughter are made of cosmos and chaos and everything you told me I could never be. Until then, I will be the oncoming storm over the horizon that you will always see. I am woman and war and you cannot stop me.”

— Nikita Gill

[quotebook-in]

“If you want to understand any woman you must first ask about her mother and then listen carefully. The more a daughter knows about the details of her mother’s life - without flinching or whining - the stronger the daughter.”

— Anita Diamant, The Red Tent

[le-jolie]

Angelina Jolie photograhed by Alberto Tolot, featured in Rivista Moda, October 1990

[feminism135]

[anduinsholydick]

i ask him, “well, what did you tell her?”

let him tell me the joke/repeat the conversation

look him straight in the eye

“that’s not funny, steve, that’s sexual harassment and you should have been arrested.”

watch him open and close his mouth like a fish for 4-5 seconds

return to previous conversational topic

steve has whiplash

[bled]

[poems-and-word]

[theminimalisto]

[woodmeat]

soon as she unblocks me the wedding is back on

[purplebuddhaquotes]

Give people time. Give people space. Don’t beg anyone to stay. Let them roam. What’s meant for you will always be yours.

Reyna Biddy (via purplebuddhaquotes)

[mae0x]

wow being alive is… uncomfortable

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Develop a sense of self. A solidness that can’t be attacked.

Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in “The Unabridged Journals,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[naturaekos]

In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do.

C.S. Lewis (via naturaekos)