If A Poem Hasn’t Ripped Apart Your Soul; You Haven’t Experienced Poetry.

(…) Everyone just pushes ahead, and the smell of the past is everywhere, the thyme and rosemary rubbing against your clothes, the smell of too many illusions—

Louise Glück, from Sunrise in “Poems 1962-2012″ (via adrasteiax)

i hardened under the last loss. it took something human out of me. i used to be so deeply emotional i’d crumble on demand. but now the water has made its exit. of course i care about the ones around me. i’m just struggling to show it. a wall is getting in the way. i used to dream of being so strong nothing could shake me. now. i am. so strong. that nothing shakes me. and all i dream is to soften.

- Rupi Kaur, The Sun and Her Flowers

dont care if i sound corny or cliche but to love and be loved back and not having to second guess where u stand in someones heart is such a warm and safe feeling & everyone should have the luxury and pleasure of having it always

Mila Stepanova

Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.

Hans Christian Andersen (via quotemadness)

Lilac and star and bird twined with the chant of my soul, There in the fragrant pines and the cedars dusk and dim.

Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass (via occasional-wolf-on-caffeine)

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Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself; I am large — I contain multitudes.

Walt Whitman (via quotemadness)

I went to the beach with my 1957 Kodak Pony IV and all my photos came back super hazy and old-looking. It is okay if you want to pretend I took these is 1957