Quotes added on Tuesday, February 11 2014
"You
say that
you love
the rain,
but you open your umbrella when it rains.
You say that you love the sun,
but you find a shadow spot when it shines.
You say that you love the wind,
but you close the windows when it blows.
This is why I'm afraid, you said that you love me too."
William Shakespeare
but you open your umbrella when it rains.
You say that you love the sun,
but you find a shadow spot when it shines.
You say that you love the wind,
but you close the windows when it blows.
This is why I'm afraid, you said that you love me too."
William Shakespeare
Roses
are red
vilotes are blue
I just got pregnant by staring at you
vilotes are blue
I just got pregnant by staring at you
“The harder you
fall, the heavier your heart; the heavier your heart, the stronger
you climb; the stronger you climb, the higher your
pedestal.”
― Criss Jami
― Criss Jami
UGLY by Warsan Shire
Your daughter is ugly.
She knows loss intimately,
carries whole cities in her belly.
As a child, relatives wouldn’t hold her.
She was splintered wood and sea water.
They said she reminded them of the war.
On her fifteenth birthday you taught her
how to tie her hair like rope
and smoke it over burning frankincense.
You made her gargle rosewater
and while she coughed, said
macaanto girls like you shouldn’t smell
of lonely or empty.
You are her mother.
Why did you not warn her,
hold her like a rotting boat
and tell her that men will not love her
if she is covered in continents,
if her teeth are small colonies,
if her stomach is an island
if her thighs are borders?
What man wants to lay down
and watch the world burn
in his bedroom?
Your daughter’s face is a small riot,
her hands are a civil war,
a refugee camp behind each ear,
a body littered with ugly things
but God,
doesn’t she wear
the world well.
She knows loss intimately,
carries whole cities in her belly.
As a child, relatives wouldn’t hold her.
She was splintered wood and sea water.
They said she reminded them of the war.
On her fifteenth birthday you taught her
how to tie her hair like rope
and smoke it over burning frankincense.
You made her gargle rosewater
and while she coughed, said
macaanto girls like you shouldn’t smell
of lonely or empty.
You are her mother.
Why did you not warn her,
hold her like a rotting boat
and tell her that men will not love her
if she is covered in continents,
if her teeth are small colonies,
if her stomach is an island
if her thighs are borders?
What man wants to lay down
and watch the world burn
in his bedroom?
Your daughter’s face is a small riot,
her hands are a civil war,
a refugee camp behind each ear,
a body littered with ugly things
but God,
doesn’t she wear
the world well.
a week of crying
the day you left you took sanity. no motive, just tears and screams and fists against walls and fists in mij mouth and fists unable to calm down or keep me safe. They where right when they say that sometimes we clench our fists, not to fight but because we can't let go.
day two
there is no feeling. When I was happy, I was happy for you, and when I was sad, it was because you didn't call. ... and now you wont call anymore. Is there any comfort in silent phones and closed doors? The air is colder now, less clean. Nobody to warm me up in the winterdays. Dust gathers and I mistake it for a friend.
day three
I used to be pretty, but now I can't taste your chocolate lips I still long for that taste. I rip my skin in hopes to forget. And when the mirror copies my face, I can't seem to find the girl you once loved anymore.
day four
I go out and find a lover or a beer. I almost forget that with you, kissing doesn't feel like pushing a wall and touching doesn't feel like betrail and going home doesn't feel like fleeing in a dark cave.
day five
the bed is half empty, there's only one half of me left. I try to fill it with memories of you. I told you that I needed you, and you replied that I'm doing just fine. What I don't tell you is that I survive on the dreams that we're still together. I take them in like oxigen and feel dislocated when I wake up all alone.
day six
it hits me that I won't have that honeymoon, or those kids, or that house, or that life we talked about when we where watching the stars. The future is once again the big unknown that you had scarred away.
day seven
it's been a week since my heart was shattered, and I'm not trying to pick up the pieces. It's been a week since I saw your eyes break when you said: "I can't do this anymore". And I... I've said too much and not enough. I pushed away and pulled hair and strings. Sometimes grief and refief are synonims so let's start there.
When your sibling tells you that they
wish you would die,
don't you just kind of wanna die right there so that you could
see how sad they would be if you actually did die?
don't you just kind of wanna die right there so that you could
see how sad they would be if you actually did die?
I'm planing a huge pool party for my birthday on March!!
Yay!!
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🎉🎊🎁
