Marian Engel, From Notebooks: “Ah, Mon Cahier, čoute”

there is only one of everything, margaret atwood

Alanis Morissette, Sorry to Myself/Haruki Murakami,1084

I’d rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.

Kurt Cobain

i.

the end of the day like the last stop of a train, the sun too  is on its way out of sight,

past the horizon with its  dusk and all the stars.

ii.

tomorrow is a window onto hope, growing like a flower in soil gently tilled,

like the way you are gentle flow  and ebb, between here and now, there and soon… and in between 

the pages tucked, feather light  the mark you booked — through all the cracks, 

the shimmering edge of everything  disappearing into this… a halo  of softness, what is an angel anyway 

but a disguise… for all the places  you didn’t look, some being  holds the torch quietly… when you don’t. 

“I crave space. It charges my batteries. It helps me breathe. Being around people can be so exhausting, because most of them love to take and barely know how to give. Except for a rare few.”

— Katie Kacvinsky (via thehopefulquotes)

When I am being loved, I respond to it with love, too. When I'm being less taken care of or ignored, I give back the same energy. I'm a believer in equivalent exchange. And that's my way of giving justice to this so-called reciprocation.

V.J. Universe

Ruth Awad, from “Reasons To Live”

Jimmy Santiago Baca, from “I Am Offering This Poem”

Don’t do something permanently stupid just because you’re temporarily upset.

Unknown

“And no one will listen to us until we listen to ourselves.”

— Marianne Williamson