mesogeios:

“Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.”

— Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad

thesnobbyartsyblog:

This that hair salon billboard on the ave aesthetic…

(via fashionizmything)

lifeinpoetry:

my mouth opens
most often to let out humid silence
fear of loss worries at the hem
of my heart i hear it hum soft
                                                 still

—  Laura Villareal, from poems to carry in your pocket

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mesogeios:

“Every city has a sex and an age which have nothing to do with demography. Rome is feminine. So is Odessa. London is a teenager, an urchin, and in this hasn’t changed since the time of Dickens. Paris, I believe, is a man in his twenties in love with an older woman.”

— John Berger

lifeinpoetry:

I have sinned a rapturous sin
beside a body quivering and spent.
I do not know what I did O God,
in that quiet vacant dark.

— Forugh Farrokhzad, from “Sin,” Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad

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hazelgf:

i’m oscillating between dimensions y’all want anything

(via lisse-litka)

lifeinpoetry:

“Desire builds me a rotten church to lay down in.”

— Duncan Slagle, from “Ghazal for the Loneliness that Must Have Killed Lilith,” FATHER HUNT

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