YOU AND ME

[deeplifequotes]

You cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy, because you understand them but they do not understand you.

Daniel Saint (via deeplifequotes)

[thelovejournals]

Finally, in a low whisper, he said, ‘I think I might be a terrible person.’ For a split second I believed him - I thought he was about to confess a crime, maybe a murder. Then I realized that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before asking someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.

Miranda July, The First Bad Man (via wordsnquotes)

[theegregore]

Matt Connors at Canada in New York City

[pochacco]

[melisica]

[darklingpearl]

To understand just one life, you have to swallow the world. I told you that.

Midnight’s Children, Salman Rushdie (via deerbheth)

[therepublicofletters]

Details of flowers by Vincent van Gogh

[nevver]

[orderednothingness]

Many women, I think, resist feminism because it is an agony to be fully conscious of the brutal misogyny which permeates culture, society, and all personal relationships.

Andrea Dworkin, Our Blood: Prophecies and Discourses on Sexual Politics (via onenutman)

[lifeinpoetry]

Did you inherit a sickness? Did you blame god? Do you believe in God? Do you believe in yourself? Are you still on fire? Did you ever put out the fire?

Lisa Marie Basile, from Andalucía (via lifeinpoetry)

[fraile-blog]

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

You must love in such a way that the person you love feels free.

Thich Nhat Hanh (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[theijeoma-deactivated20180827]

I wanted a God who knew the pains of bleeding once a month. I wanted that God. I wanted her to speak in my language. I wanted that God. I couldn’t stand giving my God the same pronoun as the ones whose smell i was trying to wash away. I wanted a God who screamed for me to live. An emotional God. I wanted this God and i wrote “her” as often as i could. The thought of any other pronoun almost suffocated me. I couldn’t even stand it. I wanted a God as woman as me with my sins as painful as hers.

Ijeoma Umebinyuo, letters to Ada (via wethinkwedream)

[iamutopiat]

Jenny Holzer, Survival Series, 1983-85

[goodreadss]

Artwork by Frederick John Pym Gore, Lavender field in the Luberon, Made of oil  Artwork by Frederick John Pym Gore, Sunflowers, Bonnieux, Made of oil on canvas 

[17sailors]

[lifeinpoetry]

I knew God was a man

because he put a baby in Mary

without her permission.

— Tyree Daye, from “Neuse River,” River Hymns