Sometimes People Don’t Want To Hear The Truth Because They Don’t Want Their Illusions Destroyed.

Anne Sexton, from The Collected Poems; “Flight”

And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.

John Steinbeck

the poetry of brown eyes

There needs to be more poetic descriptions of brown eyes in literature, so I wrote some.

It was as if the stars had lent their light to his eyes, etching their constellations into the rich black-brown and painting a sky of their own inside them.

Their eyes held the hue of tea-stained lace, soft and delicate and rich, a wash of gentle brown against the harsh dark shadows of the world.

Her eyes held the nostalgia of summer memories. It was the way they turned into the warmest brown under the sun, like the richest, darkest honey; the way tendrils of amber like the juice of a nectarine streaked their way through, wreathing the pupil in a symphony of golds.

Her eyes were bright and dancing, like the curious ruffled feathers of a sparrow — and as flighty as one, too, darting quickly and nervously away, her gaze fluttering across different spots of the room erratically.

His gaze locked on him, intense and searching. The black, shadowy depths of his eyes shrouded him, leaving him desperately scrabbling for an escape from the dark pull of his stare.

Their eyes had a distinct sense of antiquity to them, the precise hue of a worn, leather-bound book and the faded mahogany of a desk from a time long lost.

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“Because when something happens, she’s the person I want to tell. The most basic indicator of love.”

— Every Day, David Levithan

“I’ve always loved the idea of not being what people expect me to be.”

— Dita Von Teese

Lorde //  Emily St. John Mandel // Geoffrey Hill 

“One of the hardest lessons in life is letting go. Whether it’s guilt, love, anger, loss or betrayal, change is never easy. We fight to hold on and we fight to let go.”

— Unknown

When the shell of the ego has been cracked and there begins to be a consciousness of the subliminal and physiological otherness underlying personality, it sometimes happens that we catch a glimpse, fleeting but apocalyptic, of that other Otherness, which is the Ground of all being.

Aldous Huxley

“I hope you fall in love with someone who never lets you fall asleep thinking you’re unwanted.”

— Unknown