May 2013
2 posts
“What are you afraid of?
You are so beautiful, so cute, so lucky to be alive....”
– “things people have said without thinking i’d remember,” Shinji Moon (via commovente)
“the first word I teach my daughter will be “no”
she will sing it to me and...”
– The First Word I Teach My Daughter (via albinwonderland)
April 2013
10 posts
“1. I’m lonely so I do lonely things
2. Loving you was like going to war; I...”
– 34 Reasons We Failed at Love, Warsan Shire (via vvrists)
Oldfangled Lass: Rudy Francisco: If I were A Love... →
astriddame:
One of my all-time favorites. I never get tired of reading this.
‘If I were a love poet’
“I want you to bite my lips until I can no longer speak
And suck out my ex girlfriend’s name out of my mouth
Just to make sure that she never comes up in our conversation
I’m gonna be honest.
“Two months ago the body of a dead girl was dragged from the bottom
of a lake in...”
– Writings for Winter: all the psychology textbooks say repression doesn’t exist
“Everyday I rewrite her name across my ribcage
so that those who wish to break...”
– Mike Mcgee, “Everyday” (via pigmenting)
“Before you fuck up and call her anything less than her name, before you grab her...”
– Rachel Wiley (via odetothemodernman)
Issue Problems: "my best advice is light the... →
allmymetaphors:
I am running through the parking lot leaving ash in the precious spots, meaning I am burning everything I can get my precious hands on.
Here is a copy of the first song I ever heard that made me cry. I put it on a playlist of things that remind me not to die when I want…
“It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair...”
– Pat Schneider, “The Patience of Ordinary Things” (via atomiclanterns)
March 2013
13 posts
“Do not fall in love
With people like me.
people like me
will love you so hard...”
– Do Not Fall In Love With People Like Me, alonesomes (via fleurstains)
“I no longer need you to fuck me as hard
as I hate myself.
Make love to me...”
– Buddy Wakefield, We Were Emergencies (via weeabooshawty)
“Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change...”
– Frida Kahlo (via shiftinconsciousness)
“It is hard to be a fat girl. No matter how much you tell yourself how sexy,...”
– gleeky: mercedes and the bout of negative body image | Medicinal Marzipan (via rawwomen) (via thechocolatebrigade) (via redefiningbodyimage) (via frrrass) (via bustbuttons) (via moral-disorder) (via unconventionalmoose) (via pollymay) (via feministsbakecupcakestoo)
(via seriouslyamerica) (via...
“You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to...”
– Aaron Freeman “You Want A Physicist To Speak at your Funeral” (npr)
“When your parents tell you that they don’t understand you, loosen your fists....”
– Kristina H., “Metamorphosis” (via didyoueatallthisacid)
“I can’t believe I have wasted so many of my teen yearsbeing starving and unhappy...”
– Issue Problems: Self Serving Poetry
How to Make the Girl of Your Dreams Fall in and...
allmymetaphors:
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“I am not offended by her beauty. There will always be girls cuter and thinner...”
– Issue Problems: Thirteen Unlucky Diary Entries
“You don’t know anyone at the party, so you don’t want to go. You don’t like...”
– Julien Smith. (via nagging)
“Stand naked in front of a mirror for a long time, under unflattering light if...”
– Chelsea Fagan, How To Fall In Love With Yourself (via larmoyante)
“There will be days when you don’t find your body beautiful. When that reflection...”
– A Monsoon of Words: Repeat After Me
December 2012
32 posts
“1.
I told you that I was a roadway of potholes, not safe to cross. You said...”
– Miles Walser, “A Sonnet of Invented Memories” (via pigmenting)
“We can stick anything into the fog
and make it look like a ghost
but tonight...”
– “We Were Emergencies,” Buddy Wakefield (via axio-m)
to the girls on my dash that keep wishing for love
palidoeazul:
cuethefire:
There’s potential in the gaping spaces that separate each of your fingers, the spaces you keep referring to as the universe because sometimes the gaping spaces are lonely and quiet and mocking of your insignificance the same way the universe is. There’s potential, in the lonely crook of your neck, in the dust collecting across your collarbones, at the curve of your...
“Listen, despite all the reasons you’re right for me, there’s one huge,...”
– Kat George (via 24ribs)
chandeliersea:
athousandlittlewords:
Eighteen years later and I still haven’t memorized the sound of my heartbeat or learned how to inhale the coldness of limbo, of in-betweens, of the hours between sunset and sunrise. They don’t teach us these things in school. They don’t teach us about emptiness, about feeling hallowed and numb and how the coldness of Spring will settle in your bones until...
“January has issues with her mother, February is always talking about things he...”
– I Wrote This for You (via esprit-malade)
“Suicide is just a moment. This is how she described it to me. For just a moment,...”
– Carolyn Parkhurst, The Dogs of Babel (via sproutedflowers)
“We, the perfect girls, try to fill these gaping holes with food, blue ribbons,...”
– Perfect Girls, Starving Daughters by Courtney E. Martin (via adaptationorretribution)
“Cherish your solitude. Take trains by yourself to places you have never been....”
– Eve Ensler (via a-lionsheart)
“I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be...”
– (via loveyourchaos)
“It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to...”
– Henry Rollins (via youforgotmefirst)
“I wish I did not constantly struggle to remind myself that I am good, too, that...”
– Chelsea Fagan, I Wish I Didn’t Love You (via a-lionsheart)
“I wanted to see where beauty comes from
without you in the world, hauling my...”
– “Summer Solstice,” Stacie Cassarino (via commovente)
brandonabell:
“When your mother hits you, do not strike back. When the boys call asking your cup size, say A, hang up. When he says you give him blue balls, say you’re welcome. When a girl with thick black curls who smells like bubble gum stops you in a stairwell to ask if you’re a boy, explain that you keep your hair short so she won’t have anything to grab when you head-butt her. Then...
“We are the girls with anxiety disorders, filled appointment books, five-year...”
– Courtney Martin (via ceedling)
“Here’s what I’ve got, the reasons why our marriage
might work: Because you wear...”
– : ”Mountain Dew Commercial Disguised As A Love Poem,” Matthew Olzmann (via clavicola)
commovente:
“After a while you learn the subtle difference Between holding a hand and chaining a soul, And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning And company doesn’t mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts And presents aren’t promises, And you begin to accept your defeats With your head up and your eyes open With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child, And...
“1. Run away to Brooklyn. Rent an apartment with a claw footed bathtub. Commute...”
– 5 Fantasy Exit Strategies « Thought Catalog (via wildthicket)
My body is covered in your kisses.
soapyquestions:
I slept for three months and it’s taken me this long to even remember the fact that I will eventually have to forget about you.
I woke up screaming, late August, suicide eyes, it was a rose petal morning, like the ones we used to dream about. Remember? Remember? It doesn’t matter now, anyhow, I guess.
Looked down, saw your fingerprints covering my body. So it’s late August, and...
paper trees: Twelve →
inatoms:
Her name is January, a grandmother with a silver bun piled on the top of her head. She wears a petal pink cardigan thru every season and knits her afternoons away. She is a book; a collection of the many winters she’s weathered within the folds of her skin. Her eyes are kind and her…
“Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not...”
– Saul Williams, from said the shotgun to the head (via shoulderblades)
Writings for Winter: on getting drunk and... →
writingsforwinter:
I’m thinking I want the remains of the eggshells you walked on
while trying not to crush them. I’m thinking I want your body,
sleepy and full of moonlight, the way in which a dead man
still craves his cigarettes.
Childhood was a boat I sailed on for years and years
without ever getting off….
