I don’t ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember....– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via musingsinfemininity)
Why Afghan Women Risk Death to Write Poetry →
“In Afghanistan, poetry is the women’s movement from the inside.”
Love your solitude and try to sing out with the pain it causes you. For those...– Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet (via creatingaquietmind)
she held up the sky for him
shermeanuhh: the way that lovers do even when his feet took him to the beds of other women because the signs we speak of which only appear too late are neglected like red lights to an adolescent excited and ready to drive as she was so ready to love & so excited to receive it in return This girl pulls on my heartstrings like a puppeteer.
I just shared the elevator with a lovely woman.
The kind of woman who wears her age like a crown. I came bumbling up to the door of our building with bags hanging off my clumsy limbs and she held the door open for me. I thanked her and we walked to the elevator, her with the confident saunter of a matriarch. She looked down at the large paper bag under my left arm. “Celebrating something tonight I see,” she said. “No,...
aleashurmantine: knittens: I want to marry a poet NO YOU DON’T THEY WILL RIP OUT YOUR SOUL AND EAT IT
invent yourself and then reinvent yourself, don’t swim in the same slough....– The Pleasures of the Damned - Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)
I want a soul mate who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t...– Henry Rollins (via man-purse)