Relativity.
Reblogged from shadow-writer
I don’t think
about you much
anymore.I don’t think
about air either,
but I need it to breathe.
"My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations" This is something I find true so my blog is mostly reblogs of quotes and poems that seem to have been fathomed for me.
Reblogged from shadow-writer
I don’t think
about you much
anymore.I don’t think
about air either,
but I need it to breathe.
Reblogged from tuyetnguyen
Hanif Kureishi (via tuyetnguyen)
(Source: ryannxp)
Reblogged from hilan
Karen Marie Moning (via projectleftfoot)
(Source: vastpastiche)
Reblogged from umustcreate
Where shall I begin?
A story older than time
Boy meets, loses girl
Reblogged from naisae
Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing (via naisae)
(Source: larmoyante)
Reblogged from naisae
Don McPherson, former NFL quarterback, feminist and educator (via naisae)
(Source: spikyhairjon)
I saw my face today
And it looked older,
Without the warmth of wisdom
Or the softness
Born of pain and waiting.
The dreams were gone from my eyes,
Hope lost in hollowness
On my cheeks,
A finger of death
Pulling at my jaws.
So I did my push-ups
And wondered if I’d ever find you,
To see my face
With friendlier eyes than mine.”
James Kavanaugh, There Are Men Too Gentle to Live Among Wolves
Reblogged from buttonpoetry
Lauren Bullock - “Love Notes” (CUPSI 2013)
“When she broke your heart, did she also crack your spine so you would always fall in her direction?”
A beautiful love poem from Lauren Bullock of UNC Chapel Hill. UNC ended up placing fourth in the tournament.
Reblogged from 33113
One of those nights where I search through tumblr for a post that can put my current emotion into words.
Tonight I am going to bed empty, without a post and without an emotion.
Reblogged from nuocmamca
over the years, i’ve experienced something in my vietnamese family that i call “fierce love”. it’s what i would imagine if my mom, a petite cute rooster zodiac woman, met beyonce.
it’s the love that i don’t necessarily experience with hugs, kisses, and constant verbal and physical affirmation, but through assertive discipline, passionate judgement, resilience, and lots and lots of making food and me eating it.
i’ve combined this concept of fierce love with one of my favorite things to do - writing love letters. dedicated to the mothers, daughters, grandmothers, and fierce food females who’ve nourished us.