When my grandmother first said “those” three words to my grandfather,
she said them by tossing a pinch of salt over her shoulder at their wedding.
When I first really said them, they were to myself as an apology
for nineteen years of viewing my body as a wound in need…
I want our relationship to be the kind where I can acknowledge another girl’s beauty, but you would never be able to deny that there could be a hundred different variations of her in a room, and you’d still be the only one I see. You’d still be the only one who could knock the wind out of me before introducing yourself. You’d still be the only one who could bring me to my knees, unable to get back up without the help of your hand.
You’d still be the only one I see. And I’d choose you a thousand lifetimes over.
If you as an individual pursuing an endeavor or a quality will at least admit to yourself that you are going to suck at it for a very long time without any great sign of improving, if you as an individual will accept that on the surface nothing is happening but on the cellular level there is an invisible revolution taking place, then you as an individual will grow into someone magnificent. But if you give up because there is no sign or movement, if you throw yourself into groups of like minded people who spend more time talking than working, then you will only become magnificent in complaining and in repeating whatever a group is saying.
— (via dirty-soapbox)
I wish I knew how to love someone without killing myself. How to mend hearts without breaking my own. How to kiss and not create bruises.
— Things I Wish I Knew How To Do (Michelle K.)
In a moment of supreme Grace we come to the realization that we suffer from the most insidious kind of addiction - the one we don’t even realize we have. It is the addiction to power itself. We seek to control life despite the fact that all our efforts to control end in misery. We persist as relentlessly as any addict, pursuing peace and relief in the chimera of personal power. Always it eludes us. We insanely repeat the same behavior over and over with the hope of a different result. By any other name, this is addiction. There is only one way out and that is through. We are back to the First Step: we admit we are powerless over our addiction to control. The First Step more than any other is the key to recovery. Whenever we feel lost, confused, or fearful, we can return to the refuge of the First Step and be renewed.””
- from the book, “The Way of Powerlessness - Advaita and the 12 Steps to Recovery,” by Wayne Liquorman
You are the moon and I was the tides
Singing to shorelines and rising to meet the feet of strangers
Only to kiss them and fall away
You are the moon and I was so undoubtedly yours
It is a new moon and it is a new you and I am trying to be yours
It was not my idea for the tides to rise and fall twice a day
But with an empty sky and no one to look to
I am lost at sea
I have found my way to land
With the sun on the horizon and a life to look forward to
I no longer have heartstrings pulled by your gravity
You are the moon and I am the sun
-I am still hoping for an eclipse… blood-to-ink
There’s a wilderness underneath her fingernails. It sprouts burning trees along my skin as she marks her name. I am in flames, but that fire is peaceful. It breeds serenity in belligerence.
— Natasha & Kaylie. (via mystrangesilhouettes)
Write her a letter, send her a flower, love only gets old if you let it.
— William Chapman (via lovejailyric)