At the still point in the center of the circle one can see the infinite in all things. ~ Chuang Tzu
"…it is necessary
to reteach a thing its loveliness,
to put a hand on its brow
of the flower
and retell it in words and in touch
it is lovely
until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing…”
— Galway Kinnell
serialthrill: Smell the Roses
"We all have memories that are good, and some that are not so good. But if we focus on the ones that make us smile, it’s easier to forget the ones that don’t." — Darryl Duke
"Confidence is the only key. I know a lot of people who aren’t traditionally ‘beautiful’ - not symmetrical or perfect-bodied or perfect-skinned. But none of that matters because all that shines through is their confidence, humor and comfort with themselves. I can’t think of any better representation of beauty than someone who is unafraid to be herself." — Emma Stone
I promise not to love you like an after school special
and that my kisses will always be barbaric.
At night, I will bare my neck to the sword of your tongue, to the punishment
of your teeth.
I will wear the marks like a necklace
as people stare at your lip, bitten raw.
My mom tells me that I watch too much
television, so my idea
of love is all smooth skin and
5 minute commercials when I get tired, but not here. Not you.
I will eat your sighs and harvest them in my belly until winter,
until they ripen the shape of my name.
I will press my hands into the wet
cement of your ribcage until
you can see fingerprints.
I will learn your anger. I will lick your sadness. I will feast on your hunger.
I promise a banquet for our ending.
I promise a parade of drums for the day you close the door behind you for the last time.
I promise not to carry you around with me like a mistake or a pack of gum, even when I forget what you taste like.
When they ask me about you,
I will always smile.
I will say your name and it will
sound like “thank you.”
Sochi 2014 Bear is Getting a Big Head (by Sochi2014)
With only thoughts of you
I dove into forever
the deep rippling pools of stars
parting around me
surrounding my body with an encompassing
radiating into my soul.
I want to be with you
behind the scenes, before coffee,
before the sun, when your hair
is a fright and your skin
is still dented by the mattress seam.
I want to touch you then,
when you’re prickly and unshaven,
when you’re half dressed, or less,
when you’re unmade and distracted
and every bit yourself. I want to see you
getting yourself ready for others.
I want to live in that place. I want to
be with you, behind the scenes, knowing
I’m not one of the others.
Peregrine (via youreyesblazeout)
inkskinned: “I’m afraid of myself.”