A CATALOGUE FOR ALL THINGS LOVELY @thoughtslo - Tumblr Blog

I would like to just be quiet today. To not speak to a single soul other than my own.

The book I’ll never write (via tobiass-mistress)

There will be days when your memories come knocking. Even gravity won’t keep your tears down, even the planets will spin a little more with a little more sadness, and even I will feel your pain through your silence. There will be days when no one will answer your calls, but don’t worry, I’m only one call away. Even if the lovers all fail to exceed your expectations, and if your best friends are all busy and if family doesn’t respond, you will have a poet. There will be nights, when you’ve surrendered to your fears and the poems come crawling back into your veins and bruised knuckles. There will be Decembers that kill us more than they’ve done in the past, and I’ll be there. I’ll breathe with you. I’ll cry with you. Because there will be days when it’ll be okay and we’ll be fine and we won’t have to fake a smile and we won’t have to believe in anything because it’s real. There will be days and there will be nights, but no matter how many days come between your sorrows and your happiness, I’ll be here. Because even on those days, it’s just another chance to be a little bit more just for you.

even if you don’t feel all the way there #10 i’d still read poetry for you. /// k.c. (via thesocietyofpoets)

meanwhilepoetry

They keep saying that beautiful is something a girl needs to be. But honestly? Forget that. Don’t be beautiful. Be angry, be intelligent, be witty, be klutzy, be interesting, be funny, be adventurous, be crazy, be talented - there are an eternity of other things to be other than beautiful. And what is beautiful anyway but a set of letters strung together to make a word? Be your own definition of amazing, always. That is so much more important than anything beautiful, ever.

Nikita Gill, Don’t Be Beautiful (via meanwhilepoetry)

#for which words bring truth and embed feelings strung together to move humans

meanwhilepoetry

You are calling yourself worthless and weak again because you feel like you are taking too long to heal too long to be ‘normal’ again and it makes me ache inside to watch you tear yourself down this way. Because you are neither worthless nor weak. What about all the tremendous wars you have been fighting within yourself whilst the rest of the world sleeps? What about the battle cries that echo in your mind from fighting fearsome demons made of pain and damage and destruction? What about all the heartache you have survived, that you have pulled yourself through? You are stronger, stronger than anyone gives you credit for. Stronger than even you know. So your survival is different, your survival demands more to heal your pain. Healing has never been a straight road, love. It contains the steepest mountains and valleys and the deepest of oceans. Repeat after me: Healing is not horizontal and I am allowed to take my time. Healing is not horizontal and I am allowed to take my time. Healing is not horizontal and I am allowed to take my time.

Nikita Gill, Take Your Time (via meanwhilepoetry)

#her poetry speaks a thousand words #amazingly truthful