loubis-and-champagne:
“silver-frog:
“Comme un petit coup de Sirocco.
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fromdarzaitoleeza:

fromdarzaitoleeza:

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Isabel Allende, The House of the Spirits

The hypocrisy of being human; the constant tug between solitude and company, the desire to love so desperately and simultaneously be detached from it all, of wanting everything and wanting nothing.

—mattmurdock-gf on Tumblr

inloveforevr:

inloveforevr:

Self improvement is great but ultimately? you have to accept your self. Yes you can eat better, exercise more, read more, set boundaries, love your self, but it all comes down to this. Some days you won’t have the energy to do any of these things. And you’ll look in the mirror and think that this is not enough. That’s a lie. The biggest love for self is to live slowly. To rest. To really rest. Have a nap. Eat what makes you feel good. Read if you want to. Embrace yourself and accept that you cannot and will not be ever be perfect. Accept that you are good enough. You don’t need to keep busy all the time. you don’t need to go out all the time and post on instagram. You don’t need to journal if you don’t want to. You don’t need to make art if you don’t want to. Breathe, give yourself grace and compassion. Give yourself the love and tenderness you so badly need. Be gentle with yourself. You are trying and it is good enough. You are good enough.

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A beautiful poem that illustrates my point

7rahaf:

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lustingupon:

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metamorphesque:

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a you-shaped hole in the universe
Celia Paul, Ocean Vuong, Owen Gent, Alejandra Pizarnik (trans. Yvette Siegert), Karman Verdi, Edna St Vincent Millay

halfof-mysoul:

halfof-mysoul:

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on love arriving unannounced

so overwhelmed by the love my little poem received, i wanna cry

lionfloss:

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by danielmercadante

weltenwellen:

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Ocean Vuong, from “Into the Breach”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

luthienne:

And why does the past / come back like this: looming, a human figure // formed—ALT

Natasha Trethewey, from Thrall: Poems; “Mythology”

luthienne:

—luring me / me to a past that never was. This // is the treachery of nostalgia. / This is the moment before // a ship could crash onto the rocks,ALT

Natasha Trethewey, from Thrall: Poems; “Mythology”

flowerytale:

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Helen Oyeyemi, from White is for Witching

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