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“When I try to save other people am I trying to save myself? Am I covering up for my lack of strength by putting people back together?”
— Samantha Schutz, I Don’t Want To Be Crazy (via wordsnquotes)
“Did you ever know, dear, how much you took away with you when you left?”
— C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed (via wordsnquotes)
“There is magic in decay. A dance to be done For the rotting,”
— Dan Chelotti, from “Compost,” Poetry (June 2014)
“so i go on and on and ignore my childhood and i love my sins i keep them caged like quarantined pets, my little maimed birds pull them out during the dark hours of the night and on and on i go plucking the drab plumage from the puckered skin”
— Jessica Helen Lopez, “There Are No Words for Addiction,” published in Drunk in a Midnight Choir (via bostonpoetryslam)
“She’s made of lust and longing, love is something she doesn’t understand, she refuses to. She understands craving and she enjoys being consumed by it but not love, love complicates her and she hates being complicated.”
— VàZaki Nada (via vazakinada)
“I still remember you as a little girl who overwaters plants because she doesn’t know when to stop giving.”
— Trista Mateer (24 of 30)
“He held my jaw like a life line when he kissed me, and covered my mouth like he had been searching for oxygen for years.”
— Jaime Ciarletto, (Wherever You Are)
“I said: I could be a wolf for you. I could put my teeth on your throat. I could growl. I could eat you whole. I could wait for you in the dark. I could howl against your hair.”
—
Catherynne M. Valente
,
The Bread We Eat in Dreams
(via
wordsnquotes
)
“have you ever been in love? yes. no. there’s no right answer to this question. if i say yes i am doomed. if i say no i am heartless. either way, i become a wound, and i am destined to bleed. what do you think your last words will be? an apology or a prayer; but aren’t they the same thing? what is your biggest fear? the most terrifying part of life is that we are in it. is it anger that fuels specifics? if so, i am a fury; being alive. being alive. what is your biggest regret? that i did not live as fully as my dreams did, as vividly as my imagination would make me believe. where do you feel most at home? not here.”
— a.e.l, i am open (via ephemerose)
“At some point, being angry is just another bad habit, like smoking, and you keep poisoning yourself without thinking about it.”
— Jonathan Tropper, This is Where I Leave You (via wordsnquotes)
“أدمنت احزاني فصرت اخاف ان لا احزنا I got addicted to my sorrows, Until I have gotten scared of not being sorrowed. وطعنت آلافا من المرات حتى صار يوجعني بان لا اطعنا And I was stabbed thousands of times, Until it felt painful not to be stabbed. ولعنت في كل اللغات حتى صار يقلقني بان لا العنا And I was cursed in all the languages, Until I started being nervous of not being cursed. ولقد تشابهت كل البلاد فلا ارى نفسي هناك، ولا ارى نفسي هنا And all the countries seemed the same, That I don’t see myself there, And I don’t see myself here.”
— Nizar Qabbani (via facinaoris)