strykerlancer:

I found the rooms between the violence of comets.  I threw myself into anything’s path.  Even the sky bent around me.  How lonely to be something that nothing wants to kill.ALT

Jeremy Radin, from “So I Locked Myself Inside a Star for Twenty Years.”

leonardospoetry:

Feeling too much 
can hurt sometimes, 
but one day you grow 
and realize
that your heart 
was never really 
broken.
It was just 
wide open.

quotefeeling:

“Fall in love with someone who’s comfortable with your silence. Find someone who doesn’t need your words to know it’s time to kiss you.”

Clairabelle Ann

luthienne:

Special Problems in Vocabulary  There is no single particular noun for the way a friendship, stretched over time, grows thin, then one day snaps with a popping sound.  No verb for accidentally breaking a thing while trying to get it open —a marriage, for example.  No participial phrase for losing a book in the middle of reading it, and therefore never learning the end.  There is no expression, in English, at least, for avoiding the sight of your own body in the mirror, for disliking the touch  of the afternoon sun, for walking into the flatlands and dust that stretch out before you after your adventures are done.  No adjective for gradually speaking less and less, because you have stopped being able to say the one thing that would break your life loose from its grip.  Certainly no name that one can imagine for the aspen tree outside the kitchen window, its spade-shaped leaves  spinning on their stems, working themselves into a pale-green, vegetable blur.  No word for waking up one morning and looking around, because the mysterious spirit  that drives all things seems to have returned, and is on your side again.ALT

Tony Hoagland, Application for Release from the Dream: Poems

resqectable:

“If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.”

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

perfectfeelings:

“Maybe I’ll see you in another life, if this one wasn’t enough.”

Florence + the Machine

thehopefulquotes:

“Maybe everybody in the whole damn world is scared of each other.”

John Steinbeck

thoughtkick:

“Feelings are just visitors, let them come and go.”

Mooji

t0rschlusspan1k:

“I love, and my chest splits”

Mahmoud Darwish, Rubaiyat

literature-and-her:

“All roads lead to you, even the ones I took to forget you”.

Mahmoud Darwish

libraryoflanie:

“i’m falling back in love with myself.

slowly,

but i am falling nonetheless.”

Isabella Dorta, the letters i will never send