megablaziken:

I went to the Met today

Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet (via observando)
Spring is a happiness so beautiful, so unique, so unexpected, that I don’t know what to do with my heart. I dare not take it, I dare not leave it – what do you advise?
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Louise and Frances Norcross, late April 1873 (via litverve)
The only way to overcome sadness is to consume it.
Jonathan Safran FoerEverything is illuminated
(via bookmania)
Between the idea. And the reality. Between the motion. And the act. Falls the Shadow.
T.S. Eliot, The Hollow Men  (via antelucanhourglass)
You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
Samuel Beckett (via darksilenceinsuburbia)
I take great care of myself by carefully shutting myself away
Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to his brother, Theo. [letter] (via cloudypianoblues)
To realize that all your life—you know, all your love, all your hate, all your memory, all your pain—it was all the same thing. It was all the same dream. A dream that you had inside a locked room. A dream about being a person. And like a lot of dreams there’s a monster at the end of it.
True Detective  (via hazelhirao)

sergebarnes:

"Sometimes I think I’m a total failure as a parent, but I’m all they’ve got. Before Jem looks at anyone else he looks at me, and I’ve tried to live so I can look squarely back at him… if I connived at something like this, frankly I couldn’t meet his eye, and the day I can’t do that I’ll know I’ve lost him. I don’t want to lose him and Scout, because they’re all I’ve got."

Mouthful of Forever

apoemaday:

by Clementine von Radics

I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.

This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

The night is the hardest time to be alive… And four A.M. knows all my secrets.
Poppy Z. Brite, Lost Souls (via liquidnight)
fyeahwomenartists:

"Jenny Holzer is my fave. Though many of her pieces are what one might just call “text,” they are so powerful in presentation and existence. Projecting her truths onto building, lettering them on marquees, even just writing them over and over again is so, so important. Blasting a woman’s voice across the cultural plane. Not being afraid to be loud and full of conviction. Literally writing her thoughts where they could not be ignored or silenced. Last year I was v. depressed and in an abusive relationship/home, tho i didn’t know it. I came across Jenny’s piece “In a dream you saw a way to survive and you were full of joy.” I found myself writing this in large, careful letters. I hung it on the wall in the home I shared with my ex. I left soon after & I remembered a dream I’d had, without him in it, & the feeling of walking into an unfamiliar place, scared but okay. Jenny’s aphorisms helped me make my survival.” - cultural00shrapnel

fyeahwomenartists:

"Jenny Holzer is my fave. Though many of her pieces are what one might just call “text,” they are so powerful in presentation and existence. Projecting her truths onto building, lettering them on marquees, even just writing them over and over again is so, so important. Blasting a woman’s voice across the cultural plane. Not being afraid to be loud and full of conviction. Literally writing her thoughts where they could not be ignored or silenced. Last year I was v. depressed and in an abusive relationship/home, tho i didn’t know it. I came across Jenny’s piece “In a dream you saw a way to survive and you were full of joy.” I found myself writing this in large, careful letters. I hung it on the wall in the home I shared with my ex. I left soon after & I remembered a dream I’d had, without him in it, & the feeling of walking into an unfamiliar place, scared but okay. Jenny’s aphorisms helped me make my survival.” - cultural00shrapnel

a-raf:

ritaandtherifle:

standwithpalestine:

The psychological effect Israel’s war crimes have on Palestinian children is rarely talked about. Israel says ‘you teach your children to hate’ but they will never tell you that they kill so many parents. They deprive so many Palestinian children of a father, a mother, someone to help calm their fears. 

The top photo is of a relative of Ibrahim Mansour, 26, who was killed by Israeli soldiers as he was collecting gravel to sell from his donkey cart, during his funeral in Gaza City today, February 14, 2014, and the bottom photo is of his son at the hospital morgue yesterday.

Never forget the children of Palestine. Never forget their struggle of growing up.

(Photos: Suhaib Salem / Reuters)

may God give them the strength and patience. 

my heart :(