I strongly believe that love can be found and channelled anywhere so long as that something/someone hasn’t decided to make you feel otherwise, almost as though you should regret loving.Love is heavy, lightweight, subjective, mobile and constantly keeping a check on you so you see glimpses of it around you, maybe hidden under the lines of the book you’re reading, maybe trapped under the warmth of your blanket, maybe with the company a stray cat gives you on the street while you’re on your way back home,maybe with the candy wrapper you found rummaging through your pocket while feeling the sweet aftertaste in your mouth, maybe with the way someone rests their hands on your shoulder, maybe with the way someone calls out your name, it’s there. It stays, so don’t you dare for a second think that it’s left your side
ARA PACIS Rome, Italy
→ Ara Pacis, also called Ara Pacis Augustae, shrine consisting of a marble altar in a walled enclosure erected in Rome’s Campus Martius in honour of the emperor Augustus and dedicated on Jan. 30, 9 BCE. (x)
wish my hair grew little flowers on its own how neat would that be
My friend came back home from a competition and told me how her partner was disheartened at the fact that her team didn’t make it to the final round of the debate and that there’ll always be biases along the way but that doesn’t mean you’re any less deserving of being out there than they are. You. Put. In. Your. All. You went out there and got them. You did what you could at the time and FOR THEN AND FOR YOU that was more than enough, it’s very important to realise your worth regardless of what’s been set out there or what clears through, that doesn’t mean you didn’t push through, you did :)
Maybe, just maybe we could try to build a wall that permits our growth and breathing than by disguising our safety under the impression of a wall that inconsistently foreshadows our own strings from being intertwined by another’s, you know it’s not wrong to love :) you never did anything wrong by loving
Frank O'Hara, from Selected Poems; "Mayakovksy"
[Text ID: I love you. I love you, / but I'm turning to my verses / and my heart is closing / like a fist.]
Time does not heal all wounds, time permits you with a medium to heal, and more than that you just have to allow yourself to belief the fact that this medium hasn’t been set out to pester you with constant reminders of what once was, what came your way, came your way, you saw what you saw, what detached itself from you, has detached itself from you, it’s completely understandable if it was pulled out from its roots like a patch of clothing from your chest , and it’s completely understandable if there’s a few strings left behind, their fabric implanted themselves on you, there was a bond yes that did exist, be it to whatever degree it was there, and after a while they seemed best to thread that border elsewhere, there is still a heart left behind!! All they took was a layer, maybe it’ll take a while to build it back up, SO BE IT!! Your heart is still there! Go look after it
sometimes you’re walking home and you see the brightest lily on your way, sure you weren’t expecting it but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t SUPPOSED to be there?? It came for what it did, and you let it rest, over time it grew and maybe the season had a few plans in mind and maybe the flower had to call it a day, but that wasn’t time was it? Time never robbed it off it’s will to live?? To love?? Time LET IT, it let it love and grow endlessly till it’s desirable content and it permitted the growth of innumerable other blossoms on your way right after, it is you who decides to heal and look after your sentiments because you cannot be the first person to give up on yourself, let that sink in
a few from lois dodd’s fire collection
i want to sow my own clothes and i want to feel the soft fabric turning into something under my fingers. i want to make my own limoncello and apricot liquor and fill the house with the scent of sweet fruit and sugar boiling. i want to stock the cabinets with wonky, hand-made & prettily painted mugs and bowls and plates. set the table in colour for friends and family while my eclectic vinyl collection is playing in the background. essentially i want so badly to surround myself with the intimate tastes and small dreams i have for my own creation. personal beauty everywhere
write to yourself. Write to yourself, a letter, for all that you have become, and for all that you will, write to yourself on the first of December, write to yourself because this is the last breath of the year that we’ll spend together before the many more we’ll take ahead. Tell that version of you in the past about all that you overcame, all that you had been looped around, all that made you break. Hold yourself through this letter, and give yourself the closure you need. Letting this be your warmest embrace, Happy first of December <3
“the flowers were dressed in nothing but light,they let me bathe in my vulnerability”
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