“What’s most important in a friendship? Tolerance and loyalty.”
— J.K. Rowling
this. this one.
falling down in the unknown depths
reaching out to get a grasp
catching myself looking down
in the abyss
getting up again
carring on
“If you don’t go after what you want, you’ll never have it. If you don’t ask, the answer is always no. If you don’t step forward, you’re always in the same place.”
— Nora Roberts
Autumn has always been Poet's season
A jaded soul
A childish heart
It feels like I
Am breaking apart
“I am going to marry somebody that makes me feel like a poem.”
— Lee Smith, Fair and Tender Ladies
i think i am so enamored with devotion as violence, because i want someone to love me even when i am covered in blood. most days, i am more teeth than lips. more claws than hands. more desperation than gentleness. if i am to love, i want it to consume me as surely as a forest fire. when the smoke has cleared, trees will grow stronger than before. i will only let my wounds be tended to by someone unafraid of gore, and i fear softness hurts more than any double edged sword. if i am to be loved, let it be in a slaughterhouse we might make into a home. then the heartache will be holy. and i will be whole.
"My soul has been so fearful, so violent: forgive its brutality."
—Louise Glück, RIP