That summer we learned to speak with our legs to speak only in murmurs and laurels of muted smoke ancient music of buried under gardenia, our virgin thighs bandaged with pale rose-edged and rayon garter. Black, our last summer. Listen, this is how we became killers // why our eyes opened red sequin stars in …
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We could do ourselves a tremendous favour by letting go of the people who poison our spirit. Steve Maraboli
adorleehaze: Being given luxury items honest to god feels like someone trailing their fingers down the nape of my neck or touching my leg beneath a table at a dim restaurant.
What’s wrong love?
adorleehaze: This sounds stupid but I really did think I was going to grow up to be special and every dawn is a reminder that I was wrong.
Poetry, dreams, desire, everything leads me to you. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
You are so much more than what you are going through. John Tew
i would not be who i am today had i not gotten lost so long ago in the spaces between times new roman font each letter curled, at its ends as if to hook me and hold onto me; to keep me safe. beneath dust jackets and underneath yellowing pages this is where i made …
In thinking about when we might have lost our peace we might need to go back to our childhood. Back to a time when we enjoyed smelling flowers and caressing animals and exploring nature. A time way before society got us reformed to their way of competitive and materialistic thinking, bringing upon us that hectic …
You can feel the whole world and still feel lost in it. So many people are in pain – no matter how smart or accomplished – they cry, they yearn, they hurt … We all want the same things: comfort, love, and a peaceful heart. Mitch Albom, Have a Little Faith: a True Story
You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have. F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Ice Palace