“I Write To Find Out What I’m Thinking.”

Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “Cutting Odette’s Fingernails”

“If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.”

— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

Mary Oliver, "October." Devotions

My nights are for over-thinking; my days are for over-sleeping.

Hedonist Poet

“I know what I want, I have a goal, an opinion, I have… love. Let me be myself and then I am satisfied”

— Anne Frank

{ quotes and paintings @rbcages /Silas Melvin, from "Twenty," Grit/Franz Kafka/ from series end of fucking world on Netflix /Anne sexton a self portrait in letters/Sylvia path/Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit/ R.arnold.}

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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i’ll be with you every step of the way. i hope you know that.

“You alone are enough. You have nothing to prove to anybody.”

— Unknown

“Nothing is quite as beautiful as someone who has survived losing everything and still has a tender heart.”

— Unknown