poison oak

I am a forest fire and an ocean, and my favorite color is the same as the color that hurts me the most. -– Shinji Moon

[stolenwine]

By the way he touched me, I knew it would hurt when he left me.

i was right, Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)

[fruitsaladchewits-deactivated20]

Palestinian lady collects gas bombs fired by Israeli army. She grows flowers in these bombs.

[seabois]

So you attempt to hide your loneliness in public, to behave, in fact, as though you have too many friends already, and thus you hope to attract people who will unwittingly save you. But it never works that way. Your condition is written all over your face, in the hunch of your shoulders, in the hollowness of your laugh. You fool no one.

David Murosek  (via versteur)

[ghiblit]

[apoetreflects]

You’re not a teenage girl but you feel the heat rising off these boys. Their eyes when you enter the classroom: lowered flame; the body curves. And when you lean across a desk to whisper good, you smell their necks. That animal distancing itself—but not too far; still innocent. The sharp cologne they wear says men to you, says: almost men. You think they have doused themselves for your sake; you straighten, swoon at their intent. At any moment they could strike the match of touch, they are that close. Boys, you tell yourself, they’re only boys. And toss your head. You’re thinking of wild horses, how the world will murder them.

Cecilia Woloch, “Los Niños” (via notebookings)

[onemoresalutetovanity]

I understand the gravity of a train from the empty space and warm afterbirth air of recent loss which I encounter when I run down to the platform 30 seconds too late. It is the same with all things of such weight - to know them best when you have just missed them.

Franny Choi, Notes on the Existence of Ghosts (via onemoresalutetovanity)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

You do this, you do. You take the things you love and tear them apart or you pin them down with your body and pretend they’re yours.

Richard Siken, from A Primer For The Small Weird Loves (via violentwavesofemotion)

[wickedgaamees]

Once you have feelings for someone it will always be there. You may not like them anymore, but you still care.

Charles Bukowski. (via wickedgaamees)

[aeriferous-blog]

[observando]

I cannot remember the books I’ve read any more than the meals I have eaten; even so, they have made me.

Ralph Waldo Emerson (via observando)

[therealchampagnemamii]

I thought she was sleeping until I heard her call out from across the room, “Will you bring me a glass of water?” I did. Then in her always-sleepy tone and drawl she said, “Do you remember when you were a little boy and you would ask your mama to bring you a glass of water?” Yeah. “You know how half the time you weren’t even thirsty. You just wanted that hand that was attached to that glass that was attached to that person you just wanted to stay there until you fell asleep.” She took the glass of water that I brought her and just sat it down full on the table next to her. Wow, I thought. What am I gonna do with love like this.

One Night from Dito Montiel’s A Guide To Recognizing Your Saints (via romantic-madness1x1)

[sooothe]

Getting over you in my everything book

[pythons]

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Pablo Neruda (via flction)

[simply-quotes-deactivated202002]

If you can just stop loving her then you never really loved her at all. Love doesn’t work that way. If you ever truly love someone, then it never goes away. It can become something else. There are all different sorts of love. It can even become hate—a thin line and all that—and, really, hate is just another kind of caring.

Blakney Francis, Someone I Used to Know (via qoldlush)

[hereislight]

TO-DO LIST FOR THE DEPRESSED 1). Wash your sheets, change your pillow case, wash your blankets. Wash away all the days you’ve spent withering in bed crying. Wash the tears off your pillowcase. Wash away the sad skin cells. Wash away the darkness. 2). Take a shower today. Brush your teeth. Make yourself a good breakfast and remind yourself that you deserve to eat. Dress to impress— yourself. Do whatever makes you feel put together, even if you’re not leaving the house. 3). Water your plants and remind yourself that you love them even though they’re not growing quickly. The same should go for yourself. 4). Feed your pets and remind yourself that there will be no one to love them if you commit suicide. Know that there is no one your cat purrs louder around and there is no one your dog’s face lights up for but you. 5). Return all the things you’ve been meaning to return. Return the clothes that make you feel fat. Return the clothes that make you feel ugly. Return your sick clothes. Throw them away if you need to. Let go if you need to. Cry if you need to and remember why you kept them for so long, but know that it is okay to let them go now. Return your cynicism to the cold boy who taught you it was better to love nothing. Make him feel how warm your heart is now without him. 6). Get new curtains. Close them. Close your eyes. Open them. Pull away the curtains. Let yourself reminded that there may be things in life you can’t control, but how much light enters your room is something you can control. The same can be said for your soul. You decide how much light you let in. You decide how many people you let in. You decide how many people you let help you. You decide how you love and who you love. Let that sink in for a moment. 7). Let yourself float in water. You only drown when you panic. Lie on your back and relax. Even on days when you can’t function, remind yourself that all you have to do is float. As long as you are breathing, you are alive.

5:42 p.m. (To-do list on days I can’t function)

[usne]

[excdus]

Yayoi Kusama

I’m here but nothing

Yayoi Kusama began hallucinating spots atop the surfaces of her world at young age. In these polka dots, at once simple and boundless, Kusama found a way to break from the self and sink into infinity.