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  • "I think that one of these days,” he said, “you’re going to have to find out where you want to go. And then you’ve got to start going there. But immediately. You can’t afford to lose a minute. Not you."
    J. D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye  (via dieworten)

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  • "We try to love what cannot be tamed. Wild horses,
    clear vodka in shapely bottles, angry men and the things
    they carry. We have done what we could. They say
    anything they can to justify leaving. That we are
    always sad. That we have let our hearts burn out
    for lesser things than them. They accuse us of being
    too sad to love. We’re not sure where we’ve learned
    this, to want the things we know we can’t have.
    We put on a dress, any dress. Lick our black lips,
    pin up our hair. We have learned to kiss boys
    with our tongues in the dark. They say after,
    there is fire in our breath when we sleep. Chances are,
    we are all the same, riding high on velvet blue nights.
    Our weaknesses have names and phone numbers,
    addresses we can send anonymous letters to,
    detailing our escape. We are praying for sixteen again,
    for tulle and prom dresses and clear skin and boys
    who still have to ask to hold our hands. They say
    they can find us by our cheekbones, that they are
    small, miraculous sources of light. We’re doomed
    without our mothers. Sometimes we’re safe
    but usually we’re not. The crime scene tape
    should have been your first clue."
    Kristina Haynes, “We Try to Love” (via fleurishes)

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  • "When you are lonely, sit with it. Feel it move through your veins. Feel it mix with your breath. There is only one way out of this and that is through. Feel how strong you are to be able to live with such quiet around you and such roars within you. Listen to your heart, how it beats like the thin hand of a clock. Ask it what it wants. Make lists of all the things you dream will fill this space one day. A clapboard house with coffee simmering on the stove. A rusty bike and someone to ride it with. Homemade bread and a hand to hold.
    When you are lonely, remind yourself how awful it feels to fill this time with anything other than what you truly yearn for. You could go to his bed- nothing would stop you, you could go right now- but you wouldn’t feel any less alone while lying next to someone when that someone doesn’t love you like you deserve. He doesn’t know about the knot in the bottom of your stomach and he’ll fall asleep before it loosens.
    When you are lonely, cultivate it. Cradle it. These moments feel like background noise but they are anything but. You are learning your way around yourself. You are drawing a map you will consult for the rest of your life. Ask yourself the hard things. How do you like your eggs cooked? Do you want to have children? How do you feel about global warming? When no one else is around, you can hear your own voice. Even if it is a gentle, quiet thing there are so many things you can learn from it. Take your time.
    When you are lonely, light a candle that smells like home or maybe one that smells like pine trees you’ve never seen before. Kiss your forehead in the mirror and have a glass of wine. Write a poem. Or don’t.
    When you are lonely, the universe is giving you space to be with yourself. Don’t waste it."
    Fortesa Latifi - When You Are Lonely (via madgirlf)

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  • "Our love isn’t a story I can pull out of the context of my life in order to tell it to myself. It exists outside of myself; we bear it together. Closing one’s eyes isn’t enough to do away with the sun; disavowing that love is only blinding myself. No, I rejected cautious thinking, and false solitude, and sordid consolations. And I realized immediately that that rejection was still another sham; the truth is I was in no way master of my heart. I was powerless against that anguish which gripped me each time I opened one of his letters, and my sensible speeches would never fill the emptiness inside of me."
    Simone de Beauvoir, from The Mandarins (via violentwavesofemotion)
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  • "You were the carousel ride that
    I went on again and again
    until my knees shook.
    You were the lucky dip
    I was actually happy with,
    you were tinsel in April
    and the first time I ever
    experienced a sun shower.
    You were the beautiful thing lying
    next to me the next morning
    which I didn’t dare regret.
    When the memory of you hurts
    like a needle entering the most
    supple of skin, I think of how
    there will be someone else
    who can make my bones shiver,
    who can turn me on and off
    like a flickering bathroom light.
    I think of how the
    yellow maple leaves
    will be here soon and that
    there is always snow
    falling somewhere."
    jessica therese, “It Is Always Snowing, Somewhere” (via contramonte)

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  • "I watched a girl in a sundress kiss another girl on a park bench, and just as the sunlight spilled perfectly onto both of their hair, I thought to myself: “How bravely beautiful it is, that sometimes, the sea wants the city, even when it has been told its entire life it was meant for the shore."
    Christopher Poindexter  (via 5000letters)

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  • "Do you think the dictionary ever says to itself
    I’ve got these words that mean completely
    different things inside myself
    and it’s tearing me apart?
    My errors are even bigger than that."
    Dean Young, “Selected Recent and New Errors,” from Poetry, Vol. 192, No. 4, July/August. (via literarymiscellany)

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  • "1. You will look for love in all the wrong places. In a pack of cigarettes. Underneath the tires of an airplane. In the arms of a boy who is scared of your fire. In the eyes of one who lights it. Between the pages of an encyclopedia. At the bottom of the wine bottle. In the concrete tunnels beneath your city. This is okay. It’s called trial and error for a reason. Hint: it’s a lot closer than you think.
    2. When you find out who you are, your first instinct will be to fight- to rip the poetry from your veins and tear your notebooks into shreds. You will do these things and the words will still come pouring out of you. Give them a home.
    3. You will kiss boys who are mean to you. You’ll even think you love a few of them and it’ll take years but when you finally leave, they’ll think they love you too. Keep walking.
    4. When you get your first F in college, you will drive to your parents’ house and cry in their laps. Your grandmother will call you stupid for crying over a test and remind you that her sister is dying in the next state over. Kiss her cheek and sleep with your door open. It helps with her nightmares.
    5. You will go back to someone who treated you badly and he will treat you badly again. It will not kill you. Don’t you give him that power. Your name means warrior, means fortress, means determination. Cry it out, scream from your rooftop, fill an entire notebook with curse words. Then keep going.
    6. You will walk into some places and feel the weight of the world slip from your shoulders. These are called safe places. They are few and far between. Covet them.
    7. You will get drunk and scream at your ex-boyfriend on your birthday. Your friends will join you. This is how you know you will never let them go.
    8. You will experience moments of sublime happiness. Tiny glimpses of ecstasy. They are meteors. Bask in their light.
    9. It will take you 20 years to learn to love yourself. Some days, you will forget how. On these days, call your mother. Go home and look at old pictures. Drink tea with lots of honey in it. Spend time with people who remind you who you are. Be patient with yourself. It gets easier with every passing year.
    10. You will fight the good fight. And sometimes you will lose. Sometimes you’ll even think that you have no fight left. On nights like this, watch a silly movie and go to sleep. Wake up and put your gloves back on."
    Fortesa Latifi - the poet talks to herself. and to you. and you. and you. (via madgirlf)

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  • "The truth is all my poems are disturbing. The truth is I don’t write about happy because when I’m happy, I’m too busy singing. When I’m happy, I’m too busy laughing. When I’m happy, I don’t want to lock myself in my room and bleed onto my notebook. And anyway, no one wants to share their happy. We are greedy with our happy. We hold it to our chests and strangle it between our fingers. It can’t breathe but it is ours and this is enough. That’s why I write about sad. Because sad is 2 for 1 in the bargain bin. Sad is take all you want, there’s plenty to go around. Sad is sit with me and bleed because I’m dizzy from how much this hurts and I could really use a glass of water. Could you bring a glass of water? I’m writing about sad again and my tongue is turning to dust in my mouth. My heart is rotting to ruins in my chest. Think Coliseum. Think Pompeii. Think something much less dramatic and much less glamorous. Think garbage spilling out of a can into an abandoned street and the dawn light is weak and nothing is illuminated and there are no shadows. I’m writing about sad again and my fingers are tired."
    Fortesa Latifi - I’m writing about sad again (via madgirlf)

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