I walk into a poem and walk out someone else.
Nayyirah Waheed (via breeananykole)

“I can’t tell you in words what I want, but I’m wise enough to know that life doesn’t give us the dreams, as we dream them. And so I don’t know what’s gonna happen, but all I know is that force that’s inside me is pushing me towards something.” - Nina Simone

I’ll continue to sin — like I sin — like I’ve sinned in the past
With all five of the god-given senses: with passion!
Marina Tsvetaeva, from I’ve Never Honored Commandments (via mrsclarkkent)

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And suddenly I realize; I am still drowning. I’m just getting better at holding my breath.
Ssomc (via ssomc)
"white people can’t dance"


then explain THIS


I learned words, I learned words;
but half of them
died from lack of exercise. And the ones I use
often look at me
with a look that whispers, Liar.
Norman MacCaig, The Many Days: Selected Poems of Norman MacCaig (via wordsnquotes)


Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.



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If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.
Mother Teresa (via hqlines)