THE WORLD & I: Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell -... →
olvalx: leaving is not enough; you must stay gone. train your heart like a dog. change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. you lucky, lucky girl. you have an apartment just your size. a bathtub full of tea. a heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. don’t wish away your… reblog always.
Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of its strength.– Corrie Ten Boom, Clippings from My Notebook (via kimbaland)
The Archipelago Of Kisses - Jeffrey McDaniel
olvalx: We live in a modern society. Husbands and wives don’t grow on trees, like in the old days. So where does one find love? When you’re sixteen it’s easy, like being unleashed with a credit card in a department store of kisses. There’s the first kiss. The sloppy kiss. The peck. The sympathy kiss. The backseat smooch. The we shouldn’t be doing this kiss. The but your lips taste so good kiss....
What Lot's Wife Would Have Said (If She Wasn't A...
tsunamis: gregtron: librariesandlemonade: Do you remember when we met in Gomorrah? When you were still beardless, and I would oil my hair in the lamp light before seeing you, when we were young, and blushed with youth like bruised fruit. Did we care then what our neighbors did in the dark? When our first daughter was born on the River Jordan, when our second cracked her pink head...
How to Fall in Love - Susan Elbe
olvalx: Start by leaving home. It’s not where the heart is, but where the hard edge is. When ice begins to ebb from shoreline, freeing mangy marsh grass, leave. And as you pick up speed, let your life arc out away from you. Realize that you don’t know where you’re going and that the weather changes often. Steer between the stars like songbirds coming back at night. Listen to the whirring of...
My sister told me a soul mate is not the person who makes you the happiest but...– Sierra DeMulder, “Love, Forgive Me” (via fleurishes) Fuck. (via tsunamis) fuck.
The Telling - Mookie Katigbak
olvalx: When I tell you that you have an effect Upon me you may not intend, and you Ask me to render, not tell, I think of cities I have been to And have yet to see, where at some ungodly Hour, a train slips through unseen tracks, All grooved wheels and steam pipes Announcing neither arrival nor departure But passage, sure and swift as rain after A dry spell. In the town square, vendors...