“when You Fall In Love- You Fall Into An Ocean. It Is Vast, It Is Deep, It Is Powerful. So, Swim A

Cathy Linh Che, from Go Forget your father//Friedrich Nietzsche// Richey Edwards// // Moss Angel, Girldirt Angelfog// Rainer Maria Rilke, Fragment of an Elegy,// Leila Miccolis, till death do us part.

Thomas Merton, Thoughts in Solitude

ghada al-samman // little women, louisa may alcott // howl’s moving castle, hayao miyazaki // the inferno, henri barbusse // the book thief, markus zusak // a letter to louise webb, charles bukowski // anastasia, don bluth & gary goldman // primer for the nuclear age, rita dove // san francisco poems or letters to jack, cathy linh che // night and day, virginia woolf

This is why some of us wake up          in the middle of night looking for saint—                    and maybe your saint is the moon, or maybe your phone, or maybe          it’s that moment you walk out the door                    to look up at the stars just to prove to the heavens you’re still alive.

— Kelli Russell Agodon, from “I Don’t Own Anxiety, But I Borrow It Regularly,” published in Glass: A Journal of Poetry

i beg you to love me, say that i'm enough, but you tell me— why are you like this? i think there's something wrong with you.

for @shestrying

The Indigo Spell, Richelle Mead

“He looks at me with the softest eyes that I have ever known.”

— C.H (via canadiemrps)

“No place like home, no place like her.”

— (Mh.)

I Have Never Been Forgiven for not Understanding

You Shall Know our Velocity!, Dave Eggers// @heartmush // "Outbreaks", Kitchen McKeown// "Cures for Shame", Rookiemag// The Allure of Shame, John Dalton// "Outbound", Hieu Minh Nguyen// Visual Overdose//

“Love has something to do with the notion of being seen — the opposite of invisibility. The invisible, the unwitnessed, the unacknowledged, the isolated, the lonely — these are the unloved. Loving attention illuminates the unseen, escorting them from the frontiers of lovelessness into the observed world. To truly see someone — anyone — is an act that acknowledges and forgives our common and imperfect humanity. Love enacts a kind of vigilant perception — whether it is to a partner, a child, a co-worker, a neighbour, a fellow citizen, or any other person one may encounter in this life. Love says softly — I see you. I recognise you. You are human, as am I.”

— Nick Cave, The Red Hand Files Issue #103