Poesie

1617:

[texts back three years later] haha not much what about you

(via pavlovaprin)

macrolit:

“Love isn’t something natural. Rather it requires discipline, concentration, patience, faith, and the overcoming of narcissism. It isn’t a feeling, it is a practice.”

— The Art of Loving, Erich Fromm (b. 23 March 1900)

le-cime:

(via derancholie)

soracities:

“I don’t control anything. Not even my own words. But it isn’t sad: it’s humble happiness.”

— Clarice Lispector, Água Viva

heavensghost:

Lately I don’t let other peoples opinions bother me too much and I think a lot about that quote byJenny Slate that goes ‘As the image of myself becomes sharper in my brain and more precious, I feel less afraid someone else will erase me by denying me love’

(via sallyrooneystan)

snehadarkacademia:

Someone : What is dark academia?

Me (an Oscar Wilde pretentious intellect) : to define is to limit.

ritikajyala:

I swallow love whole, devour it, whenever I find a handful.

My father always told me that children who starve in their childhood learn to shove their faces as soon as they see food. Because they don’t know when they’ll find some again, because they learn to save themselves and all of life becomes a quest for survival. He told me how my grandmother never had enough food, because growing up with 7 siblings in a poor home warranted days without it. The first time she saw a buffet, she couldn’t believe it was real and ate so much that she collapsed and was sick for a week. A lack of things makes an abundance just as dangerous. He told me how she was a starving child, then she became an adult who knew what it meant to be truly hungry.

I think that’s what we are- adults who grew up with a lack of love, adults who had starved in their childhood.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

thoughtkick:

“Let someone love you the way you are - as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room.”

— Mark Hack

jasminesapphires:

“Richness of sensation — unspeakable and untellable richness. Bliss — deep, sensual, silken bliss.”

— D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; “Mr. Noon,”  

quotemadness:

“Healing doesn’t mean the damage never existed. It means the damage no longer controls our life.”

— Akshay Dubey