Nothing I can sing
will bring you back.
Not the songs of a hundred horses running
until they become wind
Not the personal song of the rain
who makes love to the earth.
Joy Harjo, ‘Songs from the House of Death, or How to Make it Through to the End of a Relationship’ (via injusticeworth)

She was a compulsive pessimist, always looking for the soft brown spot in the fruit, pressing so hard she created it.
Amy Waldman, The Submission (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)

What stories can do, I guess, is make things present.

I can look at things I never looked at. I can attach faces to grief and love and pity and God. I can be brave. I can make myself feel again.

The Things They Carried - Tim O’Brien (via lanskyed)




i love this fucking quote so fucking much

Frick that’s beautiful

As a realist, I can 100% confirm.

(Source: jonwithabullet)

I am pro-gay rights and pro-choice, simply because it is none of my damn business how others choose to live their lives.
(via 70sgroupie)

(Source: cat4president)

Never be in a hurry; do everything quietly and in a calm spirit. Do not lose your inner peace for anything whatsoever, even if your whole world seems upset.
Saint Francis De sales (via purplebuddhaproject)

Violence does not always take a visible form, and not all wounds gush blood.
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via uncagethecolors)

(Source: reposdelanuit)

Don’t ever compliment me by insulting other women. That’s not a compliment, it’s a competition none of us agreed to.

jaythenerdkid (via escapedgoat)

"it’s a competition none of us agreed to"  I want to give the author of this quote the hardest dap ever. 

(via dynastylnoire)

Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.”
Things I Wish My Mother Had Taught Me | d.a.z (via lisaitshello)

It’s not that the sacred is here and the profane is over there. Everything is profane if you live on the surface of it, and everything is sacred if you go into the depths of it - even your sin.
Richard Rohr. (via revdak)

Some people just can’t date writers.

There are some people who will be fascinated by the way you can string words together, how you find beauty in the girl who lost her hat to the wind at the park, how you hand write every letter and mark the sad parts with tears and ink stained wrists.

But there are some people who will look at you like you have lost your damn marbles. There are some people who will lose patience in your bedside lamp turning on and off late at night as you scribble words on a receipt. Some people will trip over your crumbled papers and chewed pens with a sigh of annoyance. These people will take you by the wrists and say, “God dammit can’t you just drink the coffee without trying to write a love letter with the cream and sugar?”

Some people just can’t date writers.
Some people don’t deserve to.

some people don’t understand this language//d.a.h (via whisperingbones)

Buying a book is not about obtaining a possession, but about securing a portal.

Laura Miller (via aimless-drifting)

Oh yes

(via ramblewriting)

(Source: littledallilasbookshelf)

Some people think that to be strong is to never feel pain. In reality, the strongest people are the ones who feel it, accept it, and learn and grow from it.
Unknown (via etherealvistas)

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege)

Some do drugs, others go out for a run, but at the end we’re all just searching for that tiny space, perhaps a hole, that gives us shelter from the terrible reality of the world.

Unknown (via theimperfectideal)

(Source: koreyan)

Oh—you wouldn’t date a girl who’s ever been a stripper?
In that case, I wouldn’t date a guy who’s ever been to a strip club.

Oh—you wouldn’t date a girl who’s ever done porn?
In that case, I wouldn’t date a guy who’s ever watched porn.

You’re the reason we exist.
You’re the demand to our supply.
If you disdain sex workers, don’t you dare consume our labor.

As they say in the industry, “People jack off with the left hand and point with the right.”

Lux ATL (via stripperina)