my heart is a storm

honeyedreveries:

I wanna find my real self in 2020. I will read everything, finally start writing Poetry and travel. I will be productive. I will put myself first, take care of my skin, put good food in my body, save money and stay away from negativity and drama, especially not start drama ( so important) I wanna bury my past negative self while still honouring her, I just hope I become who i truly am.

vodkakilledtheteen:

I want to love myself more this new year. I want to feel daisies growing in my bones. I want to clean the sadness inside the ocean in my head, and I want to breathe without hesitating. I want to think about the future more instead of suffocating in the past. I want to think about good things, not the bad things that can happen. I tend to drown myself in a million scenarios that could rip my skin apart, but I want to be more confident and think that I’m deserving of some never-ending glory. I want to love myself more this new year because I’m the only person who can truly make me the happiest, I just need to realize it.

- Alexa Evangelista, the book I’ll never finish writing

lifeinpoetry:

My hands—my body’s gates of tenderness, the tools of my wonders, be
they violent or gentle, be they both.

The things I reach out with—toward her wrist toward the honey and the
stone alike into all the darknesses before me.

— Natalie Diaz, from The Hand Has Twenty-Seven Bones—: These Hands If Not Gods

(via lifeinpoetry)

salemwitchtrials:

“something burst in me, slow and terrible like the sea.”

— Illiterate Heart; ‘Chennai Afternoon,’ Meena Alexander 

(via salemwitchtrials-deactivated202)

thepersonalquotes:

(via monarchalchemist)

heavensghost:

Richard Siken, from Wishbone; Crush, 2005

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