Alex Dimitrov, from "Love", Love and Other Poems
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Alex Dimitrov, from "Love", Love and Other Poems
Rosa Chacel, from a diary entry featured in Diario, originally published in 1993
— Mark Doty, "White Kimono" in Sweet Machine
— william wordsworth (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
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do you ever just cry because your favourite book characters don't exist
Arcturus, Saturn & Venus
sometimes you have to let certain feelings just pass through you. you feel it, then you let it go. you don’t hold on and you don’t act on it. it’s just visiting you for a moment and doesn’t have to mean much more
new beginnings are scary but they're necessary new beginnings are scary but they're necessary new beginnings are scary but they're necessary new beginnings are scary but they're necessary
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Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “Instructions for Traveling West”
no one will come to save you but some will offer you their hand to hold when life gets tough and those are the ppl that matter
People aren't homes, they never will be. People are rivers, always changing, forever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them.
Nikita Gill
i_am_i_30
eat delicious things in every sense. savor novels that unravel slowly, like decadent meals for the mind. let sunlight kiss ur skin, bask in its warmth like an endless summer. hold close the people who make you feel alive, kiss them tenderly, love them fiercely. laugh at bad jokes, the kind that make you roll ur eyes but secretly smile. plant basil on your windowsill, water it with care, breathe in its fragrance as you stir it into your meals. be unafraid to indulge in beauty, to notice it everywhere and to consume it greedily. there is no virtue in starving yourself of joy, no wisdom in rationing delight.
what are you waiting for? someone to grant you permission? the perfect and permanent emotion? a shooting star to magic away every problem you have or ever have had? alright, wait away then. but no one is going to live your life for you while you wait to become someone else