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A journey into worlds merely produced by the power of our minds.
A drug defining happiness as known to human kind.
Destroy the idea that men should respect women because we are their daughters, mothers, and sisters. Reinforce the idea that men should respect women because we are people.
- (via branchesnroots)

(Quelle: khaleesi-lifts, via gluecks-griff)


I realise there’s something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they’re experts at letting things go.
- Jeffrey McDaniel (via avvfvl)

(Quelle: internetmeg, via avvfvl)


Modular clothing by Sandra Garratt
A piece of me is gone. I think we’re made up of all these different pieces and every time someone goes, you’re left with less of yourself.
- Melina Marchetta, Saving Francesca (via avvfvl)

(Quelle: simply-quotes, via avvfvl)


I love being a girl.
I can feel what you’re feeling
as you’re feeling it inside
the feeling
before.
I am an emotional creature.
Things do not come to me
as intellectual theories or hard-shaped ideas.
They pulse through my organs and legs
and burn up my ears.
I know when your girlfriend’s really pissed off
even though she appears to give you what
you want.
I know when a storm is coming.
I can feel the invisible stirrings in the air.
I can tell you he won’t call back.
It’s a vibe I share.

I am an emotional creature.
I love that I do not take things lightly.
Everything is intense to me.
The way I walk in the street.
The way my mother wakes me up.
The way I hear bad news.
The way it’s unbearable when I lose.

I am an emotional creature.
I am connected to everything and everyone.
I was born like that.
Don’t you dare say all negative that it’s a
teenage thing
or it’s only only because I’m a girl.
These feelings make me better.
They make me ready.
They make me present.
They make me strong.

I am an emotional creature.
There is a particular way of knowing.
It’s like the older women somehow forgot.
I rejoice that it’s still in my body.

I know when the coconut’s about to fall.
I know that we’ve pushed the earth too far.
I know my father isn’t coming back.
That no one’s prepared for the fire.
I know that lipstick means
more than show.
I know that boys feel super-insecure
and so-called terrorists are made, not born.
I know that one kiss can take
away all my decision-making ability
and sometimes, you know, it should.

This is not extreme.
It’s a girl thing.
What we would all be
if the big door inside us flew open.
Don’t tell me not to cry.
To calm it down
Not to be so extreme
To be reasonable.
I am an emotional creature.
It’s how the earth got made.
How the wind continues to pollinate.
You don’t tell the Atlantic ocean
to behave.

I am an emotional creature.
Why would you want to shut me down
or turn me off?
I am your remaining memory.
I am connecting you to your source.
Nothing’s been diluted.
Nothing’s leaked out.
I can take you back.

I love that I can feel the inside
of the feelings in you,
even if it stops my life
even if it hurts too much
or takes me off track
even if it breaks my heart.
It makes me responsible.
I am an emotional
I am an emotional, devotional,
incandotional, creature.
And I love, hear me,
love love love
being a girl.

- I am an emotional creature by Eve Ensler (via mazzykeepsintouch)

Blind Animation by Euan McConchie.
My heart didn’t break into a thousand pieces after he left. Instead, I realized all the things he didn’t do. He didn’t want to hear my stories. He didn’t ask me questions. He didn’t smile when I was talking to him. He didn’t hug me out of the blue to make me feel good. His hugs were always a preamble to something else, and after he was gone, I wondered if he ever knew me at all.
- Diane Les Becquets (via avvfvl)

(Quelle: wordsthat-speak, via avvfvl)


Here’s to us, the over-thinkers. The people who usually sit around too much, talk too little and see everything.
- (via c0ntemplations)

Instead of Mom, she’s going to call me Point B.
Because that way she knows that no matter what happens,
at least she can always find her way to me.
And I’m going to paint the solar systems on the backs of her hands,

so she has to learn the entire universe before she can say,
Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.
And she’s going to learn that this life will hit you hard, in the face,
wait for you to get back up, just so it can kick you in the stomach,

but getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way
to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.
There is hurt here that cannot be fixed by Band-Aids or poetry.
So the first time she realizes that Wonder Woman isn’t coming,

I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape
all by herself. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small
to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried.

And Baby, I’ll tell her, don’t keep your nose up in the air like that.
I know that trick; I’ve done it a million times.
You’re just smelling for smoke
so you can follow the trail back to a burning house,

so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire
to see if you can save him. Or else-
find the boy who lit the fire in the first place,
to see if you can change him.

But I know she will anyways.
So instead, I”ll always keep
an extra supply of chocolate and rain boots nearby,
because there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix.

Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks that chocolate can’t fix.
But that’s what the rain boots are for.
Because rain will wash away everything,
if you let it.

I want her to look at the world through the underside
of a glass-bottom boat, to look through a microscope at the galaxies that exist on the pinpoint of a human mind,
because that’s the way my mom taught me-

That there’ll be days like this.
There’ll be days like this, my mama said.
When you open your hands to catch,
and wind up with only blisters and bruises;

when you step out of the phone booth and try to fly, and
the very people you want to save are the ones standing on your cape; when your boots will fill with rain,
and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment.

And those are the very days you have all the more reason
to say thank you. Because there’s nothing more beautiful
than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline,
no matter how many times it’s swept away.

You will put the wind in win(d)some, lose some.
You will put the star in starting over and over.
And no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute,
be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life.

And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting, I am pretty darn
naive. But I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar
it can crumble so easily, but don’t be afraid
to stick your tongue out and taste it.

Baby, I’ll tell her, remember your mama is a worrier,
and your papa is a warrior, and you are the girl
with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more.
Remember that good things come in three’s. And so do bad things.

And always apologize when you’ve done something wrong.
But don’t you ever apologize for the way
your eyes refuse to stop shining;
your voice is small but don’t ever stop singing.

And when they finally hand you heartbreak,
when they slip war and hatred under your door,
and offer you handouts on street corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother.

- Sarah Kay, B (via sarahkaypoems)

(via backshelfpoet)


Eine praktische Art, eine Stadt kennenzulernen, besteht darin, sich anzusehen, wie in ihr gearbeitet, wie in ihr geliebt und wie in ihr gestorben wird.
- Die Pest - Albert Camus (via seelen-suche)

(via gluecks-griff)


I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today.
- Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps (via wordsnquotes)

(Quelle: wordsnquotes, via kaltehand)


But if you don’t even try to be yourself in the first place how do you know you won’t like who you are?
- (via c0ntemplations)

If you were in a different body, would you have the same personality?
- (via suspend)

(Quelle: hedonistpoet, via seelen-suche)


lookofsmart:

lookofsmart - Aesthetic Development
Have you noticed how nobody ever looks up? Nobody looks at chimneys, or trees against the sky, or the tops of buildings. Everybody just looks down at the pavement or their shoes. The whole world could pass them by and most people wouldn’t notice.
- Julie Andrews Edwards (via avvfvl)

(Quelle: observando, via avvfvl)


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