I’m here to tell you it’s okay to cry yourself to sleep. It’s how we free ourselves from all of these bad dreams.

Autumn Echo (via sirenpoetry-aes)

tanpom:

PSA: IF SOMEBODY ASKS YOU TO STOP TOUCHING THEM IN ANY WAY, EVEN IF YOU TWO ARE FRIENDS, YOU HAVE TO STOP TOUCHING THEM.

The Berlin Wall made news every day. From morning till night we read saw, heard: the Wall of Shame, the Wall of Infamy, the Iron Curtain…

In the end, a wall which deserved to fall, fell. But other walls sprouted and continue sprouting across the world. Though they are much larger than the one in Berlin, we rarely hear of them.

Little is said about the wall the United States is building along the Mexican border, and less is said about the barbed-wire barriers surrounding the Spanish enclaves of Ceuta and Melilla on the African coast.

Practically nothing is said about the West Bank Wall, which perpetuates the Israeli occupation of Palestinian lands and will be fifteen times longer than the Berlin Wall. And nothing, nothing at all, is said about the Morocco Wall, which perpetuates the seizure of the Saharan homeland by the Kingdom of Morocco, and is sixty times the length of the Berlin Wall.

Why are some walls so loud and others mute?

Eduardo Galeano in Mirrors: Stories of Almost Everyone  (via penultimateairbender)

When you push yourself to new heights, you will be rewarded with a better view.

Taylor Marie (via aestheticintrovert)

(Source: electricpeace)

The luckiest thing that ever happened to me was being born a woman.

Marilyn Monroe, Modern Screen, 1953. (via ourmarilynmonroe)

Intelligence is really a kind of taste: taste in ideas.

Susan Sontag (via aestheticintrovert)

(Source: hauntedunderwood)

The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.

Mahatma Gandhi (via purplebuddhaproject)

I aim to be
lionhearted,
but my
hands still
shake
and my voice
isn’t quite
loud
enough.

Michelle K., Earning Your Roar. (via funeralfaerie)

(Source: michellekpoems)

Take me on long walks and to warm coffee shops.

Ten Word Story #14 - Ming D. Liu  (via southboundd)

It is always difficult to give oneself up; few persons anywhere ever succeed in doing so, and even fewer transcend the possessive stage to know love for what it actually is: a perpetual discovery, and immersion in the waters of reality, an unending re-creation.

Octavio Paz, The Labyrinth of Solitude (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)

Love has taken away my practices
And filled me with poetry. I used to be respectable and chaste and stable,
But who can stand in this strong wind & remember those things?

Mawlānā Jalāl-ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī (via theworldenoughandtime)

I may not know how to tell you
that I love you, but I know
how to say that I want to plant
seeds in the wrinkles around
your eyes that you get when
you smile and I know that I
want to be around long enough
to see each seed bloom.

What I Almost Said to My Girlfriend Today, kpk (via towritepoems)