May 2012
72 posts
What is your favorite word?”
“And. It is so hopeful.
– An interview with Margaret Atwood (via softer)
April 2012
70 posts
But I’m not gonna sit around and waste my precious divine energy, trying to...
– Esperanza Spalding (via spit-dirty)
This should be everyone’s morning affirmation.
(via luaunomi)
Well, it’s true that I have been hurt in my life. Quite a bit. But it’s also...
– Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby (via larmoyante)
How far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps? How...
– Warsan Shire. “Questions For The Woman I Was Last Night”. (via shatteredintentions)
that night when you kissed me i left a poem in your mouth
you can hear some of...
– Andrea Gibson, “Yarn” (via agradschoolbreakup)
…and I do not know how many years I spent
trying to forget you
but I am afraid...
– Audre Lorde (Ghost)
A past may chase you if you try to escape from it… but once you confront it,...
– Kazuya Minekura (via kari-shma)
And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul,...
– Sylvia Plath (via canarylungs)
I don’t care what people think. I fell in love with you. Not people.
– I Wrote This For You: The Envy Of A Billion Little Unique Snowflakes (via kari-shma)
Cover your arms.
Don’t let your elbows
show.
That’s what my neighbors
down...
– Minnie Bruce Pratt, “Elbows” (via grammatolatry)
Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a...
– Anaïs Nin (via thoseways)
Love makes your soul crawl out from it’s hiding place.
– Zora Neale Hurston. (via theblacksophisticate)
It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute...
– E.M. Forster, A Room with a View (via skeletales)
The world in which you were born is just one model of reality. Other cultures...
– Wade Davis (via faineemae)
You have to know what you stand for, not just what you stand against.
– Laurie Halse Anderson (via kari-shma)
She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air,...
– Starra Neely Blade (via tomywonder)
My body is a dead language
and you pronounce
each word perfectly
– Sierra DeMulder, “Unrequited Love Poem” (via ineedhumanity)
love it.
(via smallrevolutionary)