[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)