I demand unconditional love and complete freedom. That is why I am terrible.
Tomaz Salamun (via prosetitute)

poeticterrorism:

Sevan Biçakçi, for all your tiny city in a magic ring needs. Also: frozen birds, enchanted pomegranates and creatures of the deep.

I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
Maya Angelou (via taajeh)
Someone once asked me why I hate pumpkins
and I said, “because Walt Disney hated Pocahontas
and watermelons never turned into chariots.”
Every Jack-o-Lantern has a shark-toothed smile
and there’s a glass slipper at the bottom of every
Pumpkin Spice Latte.
In a valley destined to sink further, be a river with me.
Anis Mojgani (via prairiewanders)

Will I be something?
Am I something?

And the answer comes:
You already are.
You always were.
And you still have time to be.

- Anis Mojgani

happypeopledodrugs.tumblr.com (via happypeopledodrugs)
And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter- they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless & feeble from being kept in the small cramped darkness inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment, & companionship- but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible & overpowering.
sylvia plath (via mercyforthegreedy)

tivime:

"I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. My love’s not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and…

Poetic suicides:

ramoorebooks:

Lil Miss Plath got baked.
Miss Woolf went off the deep end
Sexton, exhausted.