flowerais:

what if things go well? that’s a possibility.

pearlofagirl:

“If you stay we can figure out how long it takes. The way you kiss me around the wrists. Tap messages on my back. Don’t say a word. Write to me only in French. Turn the thermostat down to sixty and pad to the kitchen in socks, wrapped up in blankets like secrets. Boil a pot of water. Two cups will do. Come back with tea. Steam will fog between us as we wait under quilts.”

— Brett Elizabeth Jenkins, “Waiting for Rain” (via oofpoetry)

kxowledge:

Sophocles, Philoctetes

jungwildeandfree:

owlmylove:

no one tells you how much of life takes practice. not just writing, painting, running, singing, etc, but practicing how to make friends. how to make the right ones. getting practiced at how to be a good friend, a good sibling, a good person. practice identifying when people haven’t earned that. learning to recognize your right to rage and, eventually, how to offer mercy. so much of life is muscle memory, and i’ve begun to realize there are so many more parts of ourselves to flex and stretch and strengthen than those we’re taught in anatomy lessons

This is part of why life “gets better.” You get better at it.

rosecrystal:

when margaret atwood said “the desire to be loved is the last illusion. give it up and you will be free”

heavensghost:

Richard Siken

goodreadss:

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

— Pablo Neruda, Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines
(via goodreadss)

incjghafas:

“The truth is: I remember everything that happened, everything that did not happen, everything that might have.”

— Alison Stine, from “Firewheel,” Superstition Review (no. 22, Fall 2018)