"We are the girls with anxiety disorders, filled appointment books, five-year plans. We take ourselves very, very seriously. We are the peacemakers, the do-gooders, the givers, the savers. We are on time, overly prepared, well read, and witty, intellectually curious, always moving… We pride ourselves on getting as little sleep as possible and thrive on self-deprivation. We drink coffee, a lot of it. We are on birth control, Prozac, and multivitamins… We are relentless, judgmental with ourselves, and forgiving to others. We never want to be as passive-aggressive as our mothers, never want to marry men as uninspired as our fathers… We are the daughters of the feminists who said, “You can be anything,” and we heard, “You have to be everything."
"This is the last poem that will
ever fashion it’s backbone from
the hollow echo of your name.
What is gone is dead. Ok.
I can’t keep aching for you.
Last week I was in Montana.
The night sky is so big there it
swallows you. There was a time
I would have looked up at the stars
and thanked you for hanging them.
Enough. Enough of that now.
All day long I’ve been thinking
I’m safer alone."
Montana, Clementine von Radics
"If you were to press your heart close up against somebody else’s heart eventually your hearts will start beating at the same time. And two little babies in an incubator, their hearts will beat at the same time. Love that. So if you have somebody in your life that is prone to anxiety, like myself, and if you happen to be a calm person, you could come up and hug me heart to heart and my heart hopefully would slow to yours. And I just love that idea. Or maybe yours would speed up to mine. But either way, we’ll be there together."
Andrea Gibson
(Source: clandestinefender)
"I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go fucking other people and then walk around feeling thrilled and then sad, or empty, or whatever. I like the smell of your hair, and I like the sound of your voice, and I fucking decided on you."
Unknown
(Source: somethingbeyond)
"
The doctor sits me on a table and asks me to stick out my tongue.
I do.
I ask him if he sees the paintings I carry in the back of my throat.
He laughs as if I’m telling a joke,
I’m not.
I’ve got Basquiat, Schiele, Van Gogh, and Da Vinci
so when I laugh, I taste brushstrokes.
I ask him if he can stick out his tongue
so I can see what he has trapped inside of him.
He hesitates a little then he does and I see a man who
struggles for acceptance and chokes on the word
Love.
Lacey Roop, from “The Parts of Humans Science Can’t Explain”
"Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive."
Hafiz (via ghostprint)
(Source: shaktilover)
"
even when your tongue
is the only muscle in you i love
even when the grease in your
hair sticks to me for a week
even when your mouth is
ripe on mine
even when your pioneer hands
take the shape of my hips
you are not the tired voice i
want to hear in the morning
you are not the wound on my
thigh i tell stories about
you are not a shield from the
rain and you stay dry
you are an old wooden ship all your own
"“Maritime,” Amanda Birkner
"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves."
William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
(Source: larmoyante)
"I want to torture you.. I want to make you crazy for me.. I want you in the middle of the street, screaming to the heavens.. I want you unable to breathe, unable to think, unable to see.. I want you.. to want me."
August J
(Source: unmistakable-me)
