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A collection of reblogged poems, quotes and literary bits that the blogger relates to and/or is captivated by, and an occasional journal of her own
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You get depressed because you know that you’re not what you should be.
It’s terrifying the way words can affect your body. When you told me you loved me I swear my veins filled with stars, I couldn’t keep myself from smiling, I felt a million butterflies crawling through my stomach and into my throat and god it felt so good. When you told me you didn’t think you wanted me anymore I felt my bones snap, my ribs punctured my lungs and I started choking on all those fucking butterflies, I started shaking, my mother found me on the floor with tears burning holes into my cheeks, I still have the scars. I’m not sure what’s going to happen when you say goodbye, do you think it’s possible for your entire body to shatter?
Every introvert alive knows the exquisite pleasure of stepping from the clamor of a party into the bathroom and closing the door.
People are like cities: We all have alleys and gardens and secret rooftops and places where daisies sprout between the sidewalk cracks, but most of the time all we let each other see is is a postcard glimpse of a skyline or a polished square. Love lets you find those hidden places in another person, even the ones they didn’t know were there, even the ones they wouldn’t have thought to call beautiful themselves.
sleeping by myself
curled up like a question mark
come and answer me
When you go out into the woods and you look at trees, you see all these different trees. And some of them are bent, and some of them are straight, and some of them are evergreens, and some of them are whatever. And you look at the tree and you allow it. You appreciate it. You see why it is the way it is. You sort of understand that it didn’t get enough light, and so it turned that way. And you don’t get all emotional about it. You just allow it. You appreciate the tree. The minute you get near humans, you lose all that. And you are constantly saying ‘You’re too this, or I’m too this.’ That judging mind comes in. And so I practice turning people into trees. Which means appreciating them just the way they are.
For class and sophistication, wear lace lingerie, coal black eyeliner and a posture to kill. Never slouch, and never go out looking worse than you would if your worst enemy was paying a visit
Shut up, live, travel, adventure, bless, and don’t be sorry.
It’s not that I can’t fall in love. It’s really that I can’t help falling in love with too many things all at once. So, you must understand why I can’t distinguish between what’s platonic and what isn’t, because it’s all too much and not enough at the same time.
When someone won’t let you in, eventually you stop knocking.
And so I hope that my presence on your screens and in the magazines may lead you, young girl, on a similar journey. That you will feel the validation of your external beauty, but also get to the deeper business of being beautiful inside… There is no shade in that beauty.