Words And Feelings - Tumblr Posts

"The woods are lovely,

Dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep."

_Robert Frost, Stoping by Woods on a Snowy Evening_

(Artwork by Angel Boligán Corbo.)

"I like looking at her lips and if she's not around, I love to imagine them. Her lips have an aura I cannot describe, when she speaks, they move like a caring embrace, like gentle transparent fingertips that wake a soul from within, and kissing, O kissing her always feels like coming home. When she's silent or quiet or when silence obliges itself upon her, her lips still possess a nonverbal beauty that always invite my lips to bury ourselves into each other. And when we kiss, I tell you truly, the world halts and we spin and spin in love, and not even the ancient voices of doom could stop us."

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(Artwork The Kiss by Gustav Klimt.)

"No one can do a thing about feelings, they exist and there's no way to censor them. We can reproach ourselves for some action, for a remark, but not for a feeling, quite simply because we have no control at all over it."

_Identity by Milan Kundera_

(Seated Figure beneath Rocks by Euan MacLeod.)

The healthy relationship is a reflection of how people think and feel about themselves in particular and about the other partner in general. Losing interests within the relationship or the unrequited love affairs are a proof of either emotional immaturity or the unrealistic, or irrational expectations. Healthiness of relationships comes from within, so make sure you get things done with yourself, sort yourself out as a person before you commit yourself with someone else.

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"It happens that when I think of you I sway, I prance, I am carried away like a leaf in the wind until I lose the notion of who I am. And I realize that loving you wants more silence, more breath than speech and words. But then the wind stops. The leaf falls. I am still. I am firm. Statuesque. And I feel metaphorically heartbroken, then I realize that keeping you needs more speech, more words than silence and breath. But would the wind listen to the leaf, I wonder..."

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(Artwork by Anne Magill.)

"The need to lean on someone else comes from the inability to fix what's broken and to heal what's hurt within you. Do not drag your unresolved mess with you into your people for Love is not always prepared to save us."

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"I want to be that faintest, almost unnoticeable ray of sunshine that falls on that faintest, almost faded, petal of the faintest flower in the backyard garden. Little triumphs in life, that's all I'm asking for."

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"And if I were you, I'd quit all my worryings, not that I can't solve them but that they are capapble of wearing me down and hurt my chances of having better moments and so better days. Then I repeat, and if I were you I'd defy all my worryings and catch a sunset and gaze especially for that orange tinge that mates with the days to come and conjure up a little promise for myself and blow it with the winds for tomorrows to come, wherein I shall not be worrier but happier, yes happier."

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Meaningfully Lonely:

I get so lonely that I claw

Your initials in the wall

I tire but my fingers hunger

To conjure up your presence

Substantial or trivial, so

I claw. They are clawed.

My eyes follow the patterns on the wall

I focus, I gaze, I tear in between them

Then I crawl and jump into the letters.

They circle and encircle me,

They wrap me in their significance,

I am thus still lonely but meaningful.

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(Artwork by Mourteza Katouzian.)

Your absence took my sense of articulation,

I no longer know how to make sense of what I feel.

I falter , I err, and I lapse,

My mouth only mumbles the language of exile and entropy,

And now I've become a misinterpreted ghost.

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I cannot speak coherently. I cannot put up show to everyone. I am not sane. The truth is there's always blood in my mind, I have clogged pores inside my brain, but they're not strictly pores. They have pointy ends, like cutting edges, I am had in the sharp teeth of my thoughts. I cannot speak coherently but I care about you and I would listen to you through day and night.

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"Just because it hurts doesn't mean it has to stay. For how long will you let all pain to be all suffered? Pain is a feral monster that devours and departs; suffering is the monster we make out of pain, the monster that eats us whole, the one we allow to reside." @kafkaesquebibliomaniac