I Feel A Longing To A Home I Don’t Even Remember.

the moon controlling the tides sounds like something out of a fantasy novel and yet…there she is…doing That…every day…

“A taste of you slipped into me like moonlight in a locked church.”

— Janet Lees, ‘Reconsecrated’. Published in The Missing Slate.

Her soul belongs to words and books. Every time she reads, she is home.

Unknown.

Enomoto Seifu-Jo, tr. by Kenneth Rexroth, from Written on the Sky; Poems from the Japanese

if you are reading this i am sending you a small patch of sunlight for you to sit and relax on

Confidence doesn’t need validation.

Golden hour at sea | rimearodaky

every few months it feels like i relearn the whole entire world

soft reminder: you’re alive. you survived the worst nights you’ve ever experienced. you picked yourself up when you were at rock bottom. you made it through the worst relapses, loneliness, heartbreak, failure and darkness in your life. when you wanted to disappear you stayed, time and time again. you can make it through anything. you will get through this too.

💜

“Persephone’s beauty was barbarous, it resembled flaming crimson roses.”

— Lola Ridge, from To the Many; Collected Poems of Lola Ridge; “Hellish,”