circleskirtfeminine: I’m content with the quiet things, the soft times, and the gentle moments. I’m at peace in the rain, reading on a porch as the wind so gently blows by. I’m satiated by the way the leaves rustle, and the gentle dance of the branches. I’m contented by the little pieces of time in …

lifeinpoetry: “I am full. I am boiling over. I am fragile. / I am terrified to say that. To say I break like a fever.” — Desireé Dallagiacomo, from “I Break Like a Fever,” Sink