Tag Archives: poetic
asparklingangel: “We are stardust stories, my darling. Things like us only exist in dreams.” — Monsters lost amongst the stars, they call us | p.d (via phi dean vulpe)
dreamclubmurders: the aroma of freshly baked bread, hand-picked berries, an ocean view, sandalwood floors, body wrapped in a silk robe, a home filled with the sound of laughter and the warmth of love
mattynoir: “do you have a poem for me a rose wrapped in the pages of an old thrifted book yellowing and with frayed corners once belonging to a beautiful stranger do you have a rose for me a poem grown out of the fertile ground the womb of mother nature dipped red in the lust …
mielbesada: “The sun is within me, and so is the moon.” — Kabir, “There’s A Moon Inside My Body” (via wordsnquotes)
Sunset Lavender
angelealowes: I always wind up writing about myths. It makes sense.For me to still want to believe in these non-truths.Some people have religion. I have dried flower petalspressed between book pages. I have folklore about themoon. I have a form of comfort food that sours mystomach most days. To choke around the wishbone,the grime of …
violentwavesofemotion: “But I know I live half alive in the world, / Half my life belongs to the wild darkness.” — Galway Kinnell, from A New Selected Poems; “Middle of the Way,”
tordenvejr: me seeing purple flowers on a lawn: that’s the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen me seeing sunlight hit the waves of the sea: that’s the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen me seeing raindrops sparkle colorfully on a bus stop bench at night: that’s the
ai-papi: love never says ‘i want’. love asks ‘what do you need?’. love asks ‘how can i help you?’. love listens with patience and empathy. love is demonstrated in how we take action to care and make self-sacrifice where necessary. love says ‘let’s thrive together’. love offers a helping hand, an open mind, a full …
rosewater1997: Love all my sensitive girls who make the most mundane things seem vastly more intimate and romantic