"
men
want to fix you
save you
or fuck you
I can’t be fixed
and I don’t care to be saved
- Jeanann Verlee, men (via artistsuffer)
(Source: fypoetry, via howlingheart)
"I could start fires with what I feel for you."
- David Ramirez, Fires (via perfect)
(Source: rainydaysandblankets, via oldmanflower)
I cannot stop taking pictures of my cat.
"They come into
our neighborhood
with the sun
an army of
social workers
carrying briefcases
filled with lies
and stupid grins
Passing out relief
checks
and food stamps
hustling from one
apartment to another
so they can fill
their quota
and get back out
before dark."
- norman jordan, feeding the lions. (via black-poetry)
(via amalgamozaic)
"I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edge
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
on your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.
And I will not be afraid
of your scars.
I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.
- Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers (via adderalldust)
(via ofmyreverberations)
"They should teach self-love in school."
- 6-Word Story #94 (via writingsforwinter)
"[love letter to self]
i don’t think so. but, i forgive you, girl, who tallied stretch marks into reasons why no one should get close. i forgive you, silly girl, sweet breath, decent by default. i forgive you for being afraid. did everything betray you? even the rain you love so much made rust out of your jewellery? i forgive you, soft spoken girl speaking with fake brash voice, fooling no one. i see you, tender even on your hardest days. i forgive you, waiting for him to call, i forgive you, the diets and the cruel friends. especially for that one time you said ‘i fucking give up on love, it’s not worth it, i’d rather be alone forever’. you were just pretending, weren’t you? i know you didn’t mean that. your body, your mouth, your heart, made specifically for loving. sometimes the things we love, will kill us, but weren’t we dying anyway? i forgive you for being something that will eventually die. perishable goods, fading out slowly, little human, i wouldn’t want to be in a world where you don’t exist."
- Warsan Shire, “and were you being good to yourself?” (via lifeinpoetry)
(via superheterosexual)
Thank you all for your help! I need to find myself a wrench, but as soon as I do, I’ll be getting those rings.
You’re great people.
I just lost two rings down the drain of my bathroom sink.
Does anyone have advice as to how to get them out?
