This is the time we are upon.

Who am I and where do I belong? (Quotes and poetry from the ether, with a smattering of fairytale mixed in ... FYI my witch stuff has moved over to @honey-and-gunpowder.tumblr.com )

[amargedom]

“About all you can do in life is be who you are. Some people will love you for you. Most will love you for what you can do for them, and some won’t like you at all.”

— Rita Mae Brown (via naturaekos)

[untamedunwanted]

[archbudzar]

Let summer hold me.

(C.B) (4.29.18)

[eearth-deactivated20180601]

Be kind and soft and powerful. Be the version of yourself you dreamed of being as a kid. Be the kind of person this world needs. Be confidently lost. Be astonishingly yourself. Walk the tightrope and know that you may fall, but the sky will not. Speak nectar when you can, and fire when you must. Be sad when you need to be. Feel. Flourish again, each and every spring. Be the rose amongst the thorns. Be the thorns protecting the rose. Be true. Be exactly who you are in this moment. Trust yourself. Bring magic into this world. 

[meanwhilepoetry]

“Every scar, every wound, every ache inside of you is a story. And stories are the wildest, most powerful things of all. Because stories can build galaxies or make entire universes break and bleed and fall.”

— Nikita Gill, You Are Made of Stories

[wnq-writers]

“The shadows I cast have become my closest of friends.”

— Corathan

[daisylongmile]

“The hardest part about this is that I’m still learning. The body does not understand demands. For years, I have taken parts of myself and shook them in my hands, screaming, “It’s time to feel better about this! This time in my life is over!” It doesn’t work. I heal in my sleep. I heal when I’m not paying attention. I heal the more I accept the hurt. I heal the more I tell myself “It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m worth more than rushing through this.” I heal with every time I understand I deserve patience. It’s cliche to compare myself to Rome and how nothing is mastered in a day. It is better to say I will shine so brightly when I am no longer at the hands of my memories. I will be unstoppable, if I give myself time.”

— Schuyler Peck, Point of Patience (via schuylerpeck)

[quotemadness]

“You will either step forward into growth, or back into safety.”

— Abraham Maslow

[quotemadness]

“I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.”

— Unknown (via quotemadness)

[quotemadness]

“Never apologize for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night. That is how galaxies are made.”

— Tyler Kent White

[peelsofpoetry]

Kindness by Naomi Shihab Nye

Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth. What you held in your hand, what you counted and carefully saved, all this must go so you know how desolate the landscape can be between the regions of kindness. How you ride and ride thinking the bus will never stop, the passengers eating maize and chicken will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho lies dead by the side of the road. You must see how this could be you, how he too was someone who journeyed through the night with plans and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing. You must wake up with sorrow. You must speak to it till your voice catches the thread of all sorrows and you see the size of the cloth. Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore, only kindness that ties your shoes and sends you out into the day to gaze at bread, only kindness that raises its head from the crowd of the world to say It is I you have been looking for, and then goes with you everywhere like a shadow or a friend.

[quotemadness]

“The only time you truly become an adult is when you finally forgive your parents for being just as flawed as everyone else.”

— Douglas Kennedy

[cosmofilius-deactivated20220204]

“You start dying slowly if you do not travel, if you do not read, if you do not listen to the sounds of life, if you do not appreciate yourself. You start dying slowly When you kill your self-esteem; When you do not let others help you. You start dying slowly If you become a slave of your habits, Walking everyday on the same paths… If you do not change your routine, If you do not wear different colours Or you do not speak to those you don’t know. You start dying slowly If you avoid to feel passion And their turbulent emotions; Those which make your eyes glisten And your heart beat fast. You start dying slowly If you do not change your life when you are not satisfied with your job, or with your love, If you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain, If you do not go after a dream, If you do not allow yourself, At least once in your lifetime, To run away from sensible advice…”

— Pablo Neruda

[minuty]

[amargedom]

“…one never forgets the taste of certain tears…”

— Fyodor Dostoevsky (via goodreadss)

[wordsnquotes]

“I asked the universe to teach me how to love, and it taught me the hard way. Due to its influence, my mind only thinks of him, my pen only writes for him, and my lips only speak of his name. Everything I feel with any tangibility, is for him. I have loved him with every ounce of love those before him did not show me, and have felt for him in the same way. Yet he does not know I feel this way about him. Everything I feel is felt for him from afar, because he has stolen my capability of speech. He looks at me and I forget who I am; as if my identity is lost. It is only on paper can he truly know of the words I can only write, but not say.”

— - @babyxelle

[amargedom]

“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.”

— Pablo Neruda