Moving Far Away To A Sunny Place.

The heart is the toughest part of the body. Tenderness is in the hands.

(from Carolyn Forché's The Country Between Us)

Hands are unbearably beautiful. They hold on to things. They let things go.

- Mary Reufle -

Take my hands in your hands, teach me to remember, teach me not to remember.

(from H.D.'s piece, "Helen in Egypt")

My hands wanted to touch your hands because we had hands.

(from Frank Bidart's poem, In the Western Light)

We held hands.

I was wondering what it would be like to have a home of your own where you could come and go, where people would be welcome, where you would never be frightened again.

-Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal

Holding Hands- A Love Language

Moonlight

I'm such a sucker for tragedies, like yes please stomp all over my heart, go absolutely feral you have all the permit!

““A cup is useful only when it is empty; and a mind that is filled with beliefs, with dogmas, with assertions, with quotations is really an uncreative mind.””

— Jiddu Krishnamurti

A little thought I picked up from a conversation with a friend.

Do demons really deserve our hate? Every-time, I talk about things that make my soul bleed, I label them as demons. But aren’t those very demons the most beautiful creation in my head?

They are unapologetic, the most vulnerable part of my personality, the part that I want to conceal because the people around me are not ready to deal with the rawness of it all. So why label them and weigh them down with so much hatred, they do trouble you, but only because you don’t let them speak to you.

A little kid constantly crying, constantly interrupting your conversations, clinging on to your arm, just so you look at them for a second, crouch down to their eye level and offer a them consoling smile.

it’s like insane that an ancient writer knew the words i needed to hear a thousand years on and could see me through all that time but also. it’s not surprising in the least bc they felt as i felt and they sang as i sang and they did everything i’ve ever done there is no state of being which they have not already passed i am nothing new i am not alone and that is a great joy to know

“My soul is alight with your infinitude of stars. Your world has broken upon me like a flood. The flowers of your garden blossom in my body. The joy of life that is everywhere burns like an incense in my heart.”

— Rabindranath Tagore

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i will never understand people who don’t like history. how can you not be entranced by something so intertwined in every step you take and everything you set your eyes on? how can you not love something that explains everything from the ground you walk on to the clothes you wear and the tongue you speak? how can you not adore something that tells the tale of every human who ever walked the earth? how can you not like something so deeply human?

Yeah literally just put a ring on me the first time itself, I'll say yes🖐️🙄

I’d like to wish all tall lanky boys with messy hair a very I love you please marry me evening.