Nicole

inthisforest:

Magical pathways 🌲🦌

thephoenix:

ALT

Mary Oliver, excerpt from “Poem 133: The Summer Day”

liberatingreality:

When you show yourself to the world and display your talents, you naturally stir all kinds of resentment, envy, and other manifestations of insecurity… you cannot spend your life worrying about the petty feelings of others.

Robert Greene, The 48 Laws of Power

fxlthyangxl:

liberatingreality:

If it can be destroyed by the truth, it deserves to be destroyed by the truth.

Carl Sagan

metamorphesque:

ALT

Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Love is Not All (Sonnet XXX)”

firstfullmoon:

“It is so lonely to feel deeply about the world and be met with the complete failure of language to communicate it. Poetry gets us marginally (but importantly!) closer than rhetorical language, like how standing on a roof gets one a few feet closer to grabbing a star than standing in the dirt. It makes the loneliness of being here a little easier to bear.”

— Kaveh Akbar, “Galloping Towards Delight: A Conversation with Kaveh Akbar and Ilya Kaminsky”, published in Magma Issue 83, Solitude, Summer 2022
(via kitchen-light)

weltenwellen:

Ocean Vuong, from “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

poems-of-madness:

There are no fantasies of love,
Only realities of
me belly dancing,
in my little kitchen.
My body moving
only for me,
my hips know the hurt of
my heart
And I lose myself
once again,
The sun shines
through my rose-colored
drapes
Turning my home into a
Harem of
love
poetry
and perfumes.
I smoke a cigarette
as I make the breakfast,
And the whole world
serenades me
And love is nobody
but myself.
My hands in jewelry
on my shape
And I keep on dancing
my hair getting longer
my eyes getting greener.
I eat my dessert in
a beautiful dress on the balcony,
And my solitude is pink
sweeter than any gesture of
Love.
And they worry about
my loneliness
But if they saw me now
They would fall in love
with a woman that
is utterly made out of soul and sensuality
only for herself;
Understanding that love
is made of
the solitude
within the self.

- Pink Love by Royla Paula Rădița Asghar

soracities:

“Does it matter why Lot’s wife looked back? She looked back because she loved her daughters. She looked back because she loved her home. She looked back because she loved the past. She looked back because she loved the world. Remember Lot’s wife: it’s intended as a warning, but I have adopted it as a creed. When the world burns, I will fill my eyes with as much of it as I possibly can. I can think of no greater honor than to remain on the earth. You are worth turning around for. You are worth transformation. You are the heat that lights the match that lights the hearth that warms me. You are everything.”

— Amelia K., “I: Vision - Eurydice, Mangan’s Sister, & Lot’s Wife”