and decorate the floorboards
with all that you wore.” Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
This sadness has followed me home, it has sunk into my bones and nestled into my lungs
and my hands behind your back,
your eyes slowly close.” Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
(Source: halfstoned)
I won’t become a doctor.
Remember this:
One day you will be sick.”
Poem written by an 11 year old Afghan girl
This poem was recorded in a NYT magazine article about female underground poetry groups in Afghanistan. An amazing article about the ways in which women are using a traditional two line poetry form to express their resistance to male oppression, their feelings about love (considered blasphemous).
(via extraterrestris)
(Source: katyuno)
‘I don’t know.’
‘I know. You haven’t anything to do. All you have is me and I go away.’
‘That’s true.’
‘I’m sorry, darling. I know it must be a dreadful feeling to have nothing at all suddenly.’
‘My life used to be full of everything,’ I said. ‘Now if you aren’t with me I haven’t a thing in the world.’” Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via lacielacie)
Sierra Demulder - Paper Dolls
“Some days you will feel dirty, some weeks you’ll remember just how hard it is to breathe in public. Like your heartbeat is climbing to the attic of your throat only to suicide itself on the pavement, but know this; the person who did this to you is broken, not you.”
(Source: lunch-poems)
Pablo Neruda
(Source: dinwos)
for the staggering burden
that is loving me.” Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
What if ee cummings just didn’t know how to work his typewriter?
je sus
fu c k i ng chris
t how
do e s thi s
t ype w
r i t er
w o r k-e.e. cummings
(Source: dongcity)
inside the syllables
I want to touch the fire
in the sound:
I want to feel the darkness
of the cry. I want
words as rough
as virgin rocks.” Pablo Neruda, from “Verb,” trans. T.M. Lauth Etiquetas (via proustitute)
