I’m a huge supporter of things which annoy misogynistic rich white men
(via calitrophywife)
"
It ends or it doesn’t.
That’s what you say. That’s
how you get through it.
The tunnel, the night,
the pain, the love.
It ends or it doesn’t.
If the sun never comes up,
you find a way to live
without it.
If they don’t come back,
you sleep in the middle of the bed,
learn how to make enough coffee
for yourself alone.
Adapt. Adjust.
It ends or it doesn’t.
It ends or it doesn’t.
We do not perish.
"I’ve tried to be
A poet for years.
Written poems on
Napkins,
Scribbled secrets
In bathrooms
So strangers could know me
Better than my closest friends.
But
I didn’t understand
What poetry is
Until I woke up
Next to you
And watched
The way
Your chest rises
And falls
In
The pre-dawn light."
A poet for years.
Written poems on
Napkins,
Scribbled secrets
In bathrooms
So strangers could know me
Better than my closest friends.
But
I didn’t understand
What poetry is
Until I woke up
Next to you
And watched
The way
Your chest rises
And falls
In
The pre-dawn light."
(via aspen-queen)
"Men have used her meanly. She will eat them."
Sylvia Plath from “Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices” (via funeraryfaerie)
(Source: theclassicsreader, via pribumipalette)
