“Someone who takes me in like a humble dog, who opens the door for me, brushes me, feeds me, loves me severely like a dog, that’s all I want, like a dog, a child.” — Clarice Lispector trans. Alison Entrekin
“His eyes have the same intense expression as the eyes of a mute animal seeking to convey messages far beyond the power of words, the same pleading intent look of dog’s eyes transmitting a love or distress or anxiety we cannot always understand.” — Anais Nin
“I would love you as a bird loves flight, as meat loves salt, as a dog loves chase, as water finds its own level. Or I would not love you at all.” — Jeanette Winterson
“I wasn’t thrown into the pit of dogs. I dove.” — Jeanann Verlee
“Once, I kissed someone and I’m afraid it ruined the world. I’ve learned it’s not what you do with the knife—it’s how you hold it after. But how do you hold something like that? Something that never stops baring its teeth; a voiceless dog, all bite, no bark.” — Yasmin Belkhyr
“But you see, I was seventeen and alone and nobody gave me anything except one book by Dickinson and she was so neat, so precise, so human and I wasn’t. I just wasn’t. I was just a dog. I wasn’t even that good.” — Megan Fernandes
“Aren’t you a dog anyway, always groveling for love and begging to be petted?” — Kim Addonizio
“The length to which lost love drove men and women never surprised them. They had seen women pull their dresses over their heads and howl like dogs for lost love.” — Toni Morrison
— “Moon Song”, Phoebe Bridgers
“Your lonely, twitchy heart lounges like a dog on a chain, only dimly understanding the reason it must exhaust itself and then begin to howl, though no one ever comes.” — Kim Addonizio
“I became his accomplice. Afterward, alone in my apartment, I’d fall to the floor and howl like a dog. So as not to kill him. Because I liked it.” — Margarita Karapanou trans. by Karen Emmerich
— “Dog Years”, Maggie Rogers
“The wild dogs roam the summer fields just outside of town. Their eyes flash, bright stars in the woods at night and they weave like fire through the dry grass towards the edge of the city, looking for something to kill and eat. Love is like those wild dogs. If it hunts you down, it will not let you go. And what you can never know from the beginning is how hard or how long you’ll love something; how even when it has gone the love you felt will still chase you down, loping like dark flame through your blood.” — Helen Humphreys
“Love makes a dinner table out of us. Look how it strips us of our bones. Leaves us panting, like dogs left out in the heat.” — Karese Burrows
“But my body’s a bad dog, all dumb tongue and hunger, down on all fours again, tied up outside again, coming when called but then always refusing to stay.” — Ali Shapiro
“And then I realize I am no longer the one leading, my hand between its teeth —fingers tumbling down its gullet; I am being eaten, leash and all.” — Josh Corson
“Grief’s raw tongue licked at your calves insistently, the old, familiar dog. You could have allowed it to continue, until thick, pink loss slid down your throat, the tragedy of it purified through your kidneys.” — Moira J.
“I say: I am an old dog licking its sores just as they scab over. I say: I want to be raw flesh and no hurt.” — Venetta Octavia
“My body is useless. It lies, curled like a dog on the carpet. It has given up.” — Anne Sexton
“Let me hoard even the sorrow that has wandered in from the rain like a stray dog. Let me hold the ancient hungers welled up inside her.” — Melissa Studdard
“All organs must be remembered must not just be kept inside like a trinket in a chest, must not be shelved like old molasses must bark like hounds in the night/ sometimes she wants to eat their light but eats a lark instead, because she wants to possess its bone, because she wants to be a part of something.” — Lisa Marie Basile
— “Hounds of Love”, Kate Bush
“I want to be a better animal. I want to love what I can while I can: my dogs who cotton the grass, a song that fills my cup and gallops me under a hunter’s moon. So what if I snag in her antlers?” — Ruth Awad
“But sometimes, I swear I hear it, the wound closing like a rusted-over garage door, and I can still move my living limbs into the world without too much pain, can still marvel at how the dog runs straight toward the pickup trucks break-necking down the road, because she thinks she loves them, because she’s sure, without a doubt, that the loud roaring things will love her back.” — Ada Limon
“I take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many women there are in me.”
—
Anaïs Nin, The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin 1927-1931
(via freelance-philosopher)
currently listening to this song. missing my 1d days.
1. push yourself to get up before the rest of the world - start with 7am, then 6am, then 5:30am. go to the nearest hill with a big coat and a scarf and watch the sun rise. 2. push yourself to fall asleep earlier - start with 11pm, then 10pm, then 9pm. wake up in the morning feeling re-energized and comfortable. 3. erase processed food from your diet. start with no lollies, chips, biscuits, then erase pasta, rice, cereal, then bread. use the rule that if a child couldn’t identify what was in it, you don’t eat it. 4. get into the habit of cooking yourself a beautiful breakfast. fry tomatoes and mushrooms in real butter and garlic, fry an egg, slice up a fresh avocado and squirt way too much lemon on it. sit and eat it and do nothing else. 5. stretch. start by reaching for the sky as hard as you can, then trying to touch your toes. roll your head. stretch your fingers. stretch everything. 6. buy a 1L water bottle. start with pushing yourself to drink the whole thing in a day, then try drinking it twice. 7. buy a beautiful diary and a beautiful black pen. write down everything you do, including dinner dates, appointments, assignments, coffees, what you need to do that day. no detail is too small. 8. strip your bed of your sheets and empty your underwear draw into the washing machine. put a massive scoop of scented fabric softener in there and wash. make your bed in full. 9. organise your room. fold all your clothes (and bag what you don’t want), clean your mirror, your laptop, vacuum the floor. light a beautiful candle. 10. have a luxurious shower with your favourite music playing. wash your hair, scrub your body, brush your teeth. lather your whole body in moisturiser, get familiar with the part between your toes, your inner thighs, the back of your neck. 11. push yourself to go for a walk. take your headphones, go to the beach and walk. smile at strangers walking the other way and be surprised how many smile back. bring your dog and observe the dog’s behaviour. realise you can learn from your dog. 12. message old friends with personal jokes. reminisce. suggest a catch up soon, even if you don’t follow through. push yourself to follow through. 14. think long and hard about what interests you. crime? sex? boarding school? long-forgotten romance etiquette? find a book about it and read it. there is a book about literally everything. 15. become the person you would ideally fall in love with. let cars merge into your lane when driving. pay double for parking tickets and leave a second one in the machine. stick your tongue out at babies. compliment people on their cute clothes. challenge yourself to not ridicule anyone for a whole day. then two. then a week. walk with a straight posture. look people in the eye. ask people about their story. talk to acquaintances so they become friends. 16. lie in the sunshine. daydream about the life you would lead if failure wasn’t a thing. open your eyes. take small steps to make it happen for you.
Sixteen Small Steps to Happiness (via pigmenting)
to be so lonely (xx xx xx)
im obsessed with this guy now
COUNT DOWN
FIC REC
So.. A lot of things have happened this year but thanks to god we still have amazing writers and ziall shippers to go through life I hope you enjoy it :)
*For the few ones who were asking yes I am a Ziall shipper yes I still believe in them and yes I hope you have fun going through all of this amazing ride*
lots of ziall love xx
December 1st -> This Is Not Bridget Jones
December 2nd -> 10 things i ____ about you
December 3rd -> Nevada’s Fault
December 4th-> In Other Words, Please Be True (In Other Words, I Love You)
December 5th-> Future Full of Unwritten Things
December 6th-> The Creation Of Ursa Major
December 7th-> I Could Be Your Home
December 8th-> Future So Bright
December 9th-> If the Sky Was Turning Red
December 10th-> Let Your Heart Go Boom
December 11th-> We Fell Through The Ice (when we tried to say it)
December 12th-> We Made A Start
December 13th-> Your Touch
December 14th-> Sunrise
December 15th-> I Was Made For Sunny Days (I Was Made For You)
December 16th-> I’ve Got Your Body On My Skin (And Tequila On My Tongue)
December 17th->The Awful Edges Where You End And I Begin
December 18th-> A Better Place Cannot Be Found
December 19th-> With Eyes Shut, It’s You I’m Thinking Of
December 20th-> Come Take My Pulse
December 21th-> #Bring1DtoTortall
December 22th-> Maybe You’re My Picket Fence
December 23th-> Of An Endless Summer
December 24th-> Among The Canyons And The Stars
Decemeber 25th-> To Put A Little Sunshine In Your Life
December 26th-> Take A Chance On Me (You Won’t Regret It)
December 27th-> You And Me Plus Baby Makes Three
December 28th-> Destroy What Destroys You
December 29th-> And If You Want Me, I’ll Always Be Yours
December 30th-> I Will Love You (Even When You Forget)
December 31th-> Never Knew That It Could Mean So Much
HAPPY NEW YEARS
*as a bonus bc I love Ziall and yall that much*
Way Past Playing Hard To Get
Once Is Never Enough With A Man Like You
Pony Tails Or Cotton Tails
White Shadow Waltz
Ne Me Quitte pas
Like A Hurricane Thundercloud
Nevada’s Fault
Delivery Entrance To Narnia
It Could Get Ugly (But It Was Beautiful)
Heres to an amazing 2016 :)
*gif credit dailyonedirection*
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath; entry no. 102
painted this while having a flu so the colours are more neon than I’d like… happy mermay!!! shh no that’s not clamperl