I want to write a novel about silence. The things people don’t say.Virginia Woolf (via kaythulhu)
A part of me wants youSafe To Say A Lot’s Going Through My Head When I Think About You | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)
in the most innocent way possible:
taking off your shoes in my bedroom
climbing under the sheets and watching
whatever’s in my Netflix queue
barely even touching
talking about our days until we
fall asleep with our
clothes still on.
But another, hungrier part of me
wants you unbuttoning your shirt
before you’re completely through my door
falling onto my bed
your fingers not moving fast enough
to take off my clothes
your mouth twitching as you
shake out my name.
Amanda Helm, Don’t Call me Citrus (via amandaspoetry)
The day you told me you loved me,
neither of us believed in love.
There was a loneliness in our relationship
that only roses could fill -
that only late night confessions could disguise -
that only “lay under the stars with me” kind of silences could
try and make it okay.
we did not understand patience.
we only knew that oranges start
to rot when they get soft
and we did not want to be soft.
we did not want to rot.
we did not want to be alone.
greedy mouths, gaping throats,quench. (via poppyflowerpoetry)
we are ready to swallow this world.
silvery pebbles in the grasp of shallow creeks.
we’re longing for lightning and thirsting for thunder.
exquisite storms are brewing beneath the surface of our skin.
we’re windblown and sun-kissed.
we’re loving, we’re living.
You happened to me.Marilyn Hacker, from Nearly A Valediction (via perfect)
You were as deep down as I’ve ever been.
You were inside me like my pulse.
I’ve got aEileen Myles (via onlinebabe)
lot of good
ideas but not
will get me
Here is a map with your name for a capital,from Saying Your Names, Richard Siken (via peterpansflight)
here is an arrow to prove a point: we laugh,
and it pits the world against us, we laugh,
and we’ve got nothing left to lose, and our hearts
turn red, and the river rises like a barn on fire.
I came to tell you, we’ll swim the water, we’ll
swim like something sparkling underneath
the waves. Our bodies shivering, and the sound
of our breathing, and the shore so far away.
When god became lonelyMelanie Exler strengthenizer (via mirroir)
he created man,
Or was it
When man became lonely
he created god.
Scare the world: Be exactly who you say you are and tell the truth.The Shock of Honesty (via calmingcalamity)
Anonymous said: If you could explain heartbreak in one sentence how would you?
Everything I do is tinged with you, and I hate myself for it
Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.Anne Sexton (via observando)
I deal with writer’s block by lowering my expectations. I think the trouble starts when you sit down to write and imagine that you will achieve something magical and magnificent—and when you don’t, panic sets in. The solution is never to sit down and imagine that you will achieve something magical and magnificent. I write a little bit, almost every day, and if it results in two or three or (on a good day) four good paragraphs, I consider myself a lucky man. Never try to be the hare. All hail the tortoise.
file under: things i needed to hear
Literally the most important writing advice there is. All writers should take heed.
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We look up at the same stars, and see such different things.George R. R. Martin, A Storm of Swords (via melisamccalls)
We boil at different degrees.Ralph Waldo Emerson (via lostpuppie)