There is this odd trend
of taken women
saying they are too much,
and how the men they love
are amazing for dealing with them.
Love should not be a responsibility.
You should not have to deal with me.
Just because a woman is wild
does not mean she is difficult.
He is not a martyr for loving me
through the good
and not so good.
Some mornings I will wake up swinging,
you do not get a gold star
for still loving me.
Some mornings I will wake up like a lamb,
you do not get a gold star
for loving me.
I am not a hurricane of a girl,
you always have the chance to leave.
— Michelle K., Hurricanes. (via michellekpoems)
"Do not let them hold you against their body if you know they do not cherish every second they are in contact with your skin. I know it feels as if you are breaking your own spine, but tear yourself away from them. Know that the something beautiful you had was already fading. Know that in the end you did the only thing you could. Sometimes people grow apart. Even trees do it."
— Read: How To Stop Loving Someone Who Does Not Love You. (via thelovewhisperer)
The danger of freedom is this:
it’s too much,
gnashing our bones
between broken teeth,
and we are trapped
before we even realize
that we have borne
our own destruction.
The beauty of freedom is this:
that paper moment between
life and death,
birth and devastation
when we are capable of anything,
when we can swallow stars,
when we can grow orchards from our veins,
when we can hold the sea in our lungs,
when we can kiss the sun full on the mouth.
Icarus sang “Hallelujah”
as his body burned,
with lips seared and smiling.
— Emily Palermo (via facina-oris)
(Source: starredsoul, via ibuzoo)
"He knows different now. It’s the living that chase the dead. The long bones and skulls are tumbled from their shrouds, and words like stones thrust into their rattling mouths: we edit their writings, we rewrite their lives."
— Hilary Mantel, Wolf Hall (via mayahansens)
(Source: decadent-romanticism, via ibuzoo)
"I’ve stopped stealing pages out of poetry books, but last week I pocketed a thesaurus and looked for synonyms for you but could only find rain and more rain and a thunderstorm that sounded like glass, like crystal, like an orchestra."
— Shinji Moon (via srgebarnes)
(Source: sunst0ne, via ibuzoo)
"I’m battling monsters, I’m pulling you out of the burning buildings and you say ‘I’ll give you anything’ but you never come through."
— Richard Siken (via facina-oris)
(Source: miscellaneous-quotes, via ibuzoo)
"Our bodies flicker
— Sylvia Plath, “Sculptor,” from The Selected Poems (via mirroir)
(Source: lifeinpoetry, via ibuzoo)
"Soulmates aren’t the ones who make you happiest, no. They’re instead the ones who make you feel the most. Burning edges and scars and stars. Old pains and pangs, captivation and beauty. Strain and shadows and worry and yearning. Sweetness and madness and dreamlike surrender. They hurl you into the abyss. They taste like hope."
— Victoria Erickson (via warpsex)
(Source: shaileneemarie, via ibuzoo)
"Growth is painful. Change is painful.But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong."
— Mandy Hale (via onlinecounsellingcollege)