(via moneyhustard)
I’m really close tonight, and I feel like I’m moving inside her. Laying in the dark and I think that I’m beginning to know her. Let it go. I’ll be there when you call.
The only reason we don’t open our hearts and minds to other people is that they trigger confusion in us that we don’t feel brave enough or sane enough to deal with. To the degree that we look clearly and compassionately at ourselves, we feel confident and fearless about looking into someone else’s eyes.
Pema Chödrön (via misswallflower)
You just do it. You force yourself to get up. You force yourself to put one foot before the other, and God damn it, you refuse to let it get to you. You fight. You cry. You curse. Then you go about the business of living. That’s how I’ve done it. There’s no other way.
Elizabeth Taylor (via violinsandcornets)
(via mollociraptor)
(via misswallflower)
I have nothing to give you, nothing to carry,
some words to make me less afraid, to say
you gave me this.
Memory insists with its sea voice,
muttering from its bone cave.
Memory wraps us
like the shell wraps the sea.
Nothing to carry,
some stones to fill our pockets,
to give weight to what we have.
Anne Michaels, from “Memoriam” (via awritersruminations)
