A Collection of Beautiful Words

“Sweetheart, it isn’t lust;
it’s all the rest
of what
I want with you
that scares me shitless.”

—   Marilyn Hacker (via maladjust-d)

(Source: slouching-toward-bethlehem, via maladjust-d)

“He who jumps into the void owes no explanation to those who stand and watch.”

—   Jean-Luc Godard   (via artvevo)

(via caged-inmyownmind)

“You happened to me.
You were as deep down as I’ve ever been.
You were inside me like my pulse.”

—   Marilyn Hacker, Nearly A Valediction  (via petrichour)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via poemsofthequiet)

“Understand, I’ll slip quietly away from the noisy crowd when I see the pale stars rising, blooming, over the oaks. I’ll pursue solitary pathways through the pale twilit meadows, with only this one dream: You come too.”

—   Ranier Maria Rilke  (via petrichour)

(Source: deather-child, via petrichour)

Hydrophobia

poemsofthequiet:

I am just water existing in an

empty atmosphere

everything I develop the slightest 

sensory toward is oil, 

complete oil—hydrophobic. 

My body lives with holes,

english muffin body they

say, 

flakes that fall 

and fall away, and

crumbs represent 

pieces of me that 

are thrown away. 

I am just water existing in

an empty atmosphere

everything is more important

than I, 

Hydrophobic life, 

words, thoughts, my blood

isn’t blood, but dust.

(via poemsofthequiet)

“Things usually work out in the end.”
“What if they don’t?”
“That just means you haven’t come to the end yet.”

—   Jeannette Walls, Glass Castle (via larmoyante)

(via poemsofthequiet)

“Censoring books that deal with difficult, adolescent issues does not protect anybody. Quite the opposite. It leaves kids in darkness and makes them vulnerable.”

—   Laurie Halse Anderson (via booksturnmugglesintowizards)

(via chocolatefrogs)

“We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation. It’s one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it’s another to think that yours is the only path.”

—   Paulo Coelho (via cherpeace)

(Source: feellng, via idreamof-pb)

“13 things my uncle told me before he died:
not everyone has the blessing to understand sadness
when waiting at the bus stop, it’s okay to smoke cigarettes
never touch anyone else’s clothes at the laundromat
it’s okay to miss the people who were bullets to you
when your grandmother asks you how you are, be honest
never be afraid to say “no” even after you’ve said “yes”
if someone tells you graffiti isn’t art, prove them wrong
remember people by their eye color not their clothes
you’re allowed to like dark chocolate with tangerines
don’t lie that you don’t have a lighter when you really do
turn your phone off every once in a while and find the moon
if you want a tattoo, don’t let anyone tell you not to get it
if you ever find yourself at the graveyard, read the names”

—   poems from my uncles grave (via irynka)

(via the-moons-best-friend)

“I have just realized that the stakes are myself
I have no other
ransom money, nothing to break or barter but my life”

—   Diane Di Prima (via poemsofthequiet)

“You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, or who had ever been alive.”

—    James Baldwin (via wordsnquotes)

(via poemsofthequiet)

“The only war is the war against imagination.”

—   Diane Di Prima (via poemsofthequiet)

We are here to make a better world.

No amount of rationalization or blaming can preempt the moment of choice each of us brings to our situation here on this planet. The lesson of the 60’s is that people who cared enough to do right could change history.

We didn’t end racism but we ended legal segregation.

We ended the idea that you could send half-a-million soldiers around the world to fight a war that people do not support.

We ended the idea that women are second-class citizens.

We made the environment an issue that couldn’t be avoided.

The big battles that we won cannot be reversed. We were young, self-righteous, reckless, hypocritical, brave,silly, headstrong and scared half to death.

And we were right.

—   Abbie Hoffman (via poemsofthequiet)

I am a shadow crossing ice
I am rusting knife in the water
I am pear tree bitten by frost
I uphold the mountain with my hand
My feet are cut by glass
I walk in the windy forest after dark
I am wrapped in a gold cloud
I whistle thru my teeth
I lose my hat

My eyes are fed to eagles & my jaw
is locked with silver wire
I have burned often and my bones are soup
I am stone giant statue on a cliff

I am mad as a blizzard
I stare out of broken cupboards.

—   Diane Di Prima, “I am a shadow…” (via poemsofthequiet)

(Source: poempire.wordpress.com, via poemsofthequiet)