May 2013
“[He would find a way to make it work, because he finally understood that...”
– Cinda Williams Chima, from The Wizard Heir (via the-final-sentence)
“My heart stopped. It just stopped beating. And for the first time in my life, I...”
– Wendelin Van Draanen (via lunaoki)
Confessional Poetry for the Late Night Blogger:...
shesanargonaut:
I always feel naked in my own skin.
In public places, I bow my head and ask to become a disappearing act, pray that nobody can see the way my torso folds over gravity, the way my eyelids clasp like a purse, the way my hands move my hair away from my face as if I am shooing away a goodbye or a moth.
In private, I stand before a mirror and pull at my regret.
I name the pieces of...
persephine:
Making her fall in love with me was deceptively easy. She falls in love the way the Earth falls in spring. I tell her that she looks like pomegranate
sounds, all lush curves and smooth skin. I grip her pomegranate hips and stare at her pomegranate mouth, “Did you really believe you could cheat
death?” She laughs and flutters, and a flurry of epithets flees my head—trapper of...
“later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole...”
– Warsan Shire (via beautyisanillusion)
“Symbols crystallize concepts; disentangle paradoxes, rhythms and patterns that...”
– Mircea Eliade
(via tremblingcolors)
“No one is going to give you the education you need to overthrow them. Nobody is...”
– Assata Shakur (via basslovetreble)
“Although most boys figure out how to bring themselves to orgasm by age thirteen,...”
– Dorian Solot, I Love Female Orgasm: An Extraordinary Orgasm Guide. (via closedforprayer)
the love of poets is always this way
allmymetaphors:
This is what I know: when the clock struck zero you were alert and trying to touch the underside of my heartbeat. I let you peak, but I said, “dry up before you touch me” and my stomach was racing yours into the freefall.
This is what I was told: when a poet says he loves you, he can’t mean it. You will be left cleaning his vomit stains out of bedsheets and he will say, “oh,...
“I am not a religious person. I don’t meditate, chant, or pray. But lines from...”
– “Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar” by Cheryl Strayed (via roxyshooshani)
“Books are like brothers. I am an only child. Gatsby my imaginary eldest brother,...”
– The Notebooks of F. Scott Fitzgerald (via irisblasi)
“Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that...”
– Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited (via hoodoothatvoodoo)
