"At night I dream that you and I are two plants
that grew together, roots entwined,
and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth,
since we are made of earth and rain."
— Pablo Neruda, Regalo De Un Poeta/Gift of a Poet (via oofpoetry)
I will bruise your lips, and scar your knees and love you too hard. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave, you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.
(Source: kitty-en-classe, via trixietreats)
"Let yourself be drawn to the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray."
— Rumi (via grrlyman)
(Source: lovingrose2, via grrlyman)
"There’s a special place in my heart for the ones who were with me at my lowest and still loved me when I wasn’t very loveable."
— Yasmin Mogahed (via psych-facts)
"I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark."
— Andrea Gibson (via talisman)
(Source: midautumnrain, via grebnekkah)
how do i get the moon to notice me back
(Source: 100worms, via tangledupinlace)
"like love, pain might trigger compassion - if you’re tender with yourself, you can be tender with others. Using wounds as openings to become vulnerable and available (present) to others means staying in your body. Excessive dwelling on your wounds means leaving your body to live in your thoughts, where you re-enact your past hurts, a form of desconocimiento (ignorance) that gives energy to the past, where it’s held ransom."
— Gloria Anzaldua, taken from the zine Ghost Lungs #2 (via queersforfeminism)