Kim Addonizio, from "'Round Midnight'", What Is This Thing Called Love
““If you don’t go after what you want, you’ll never have it. If you don’t ask, the answer is always no. If you don’t step forward you are always in the same place.” - Unknown”
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Antique French locket given new life and inscribed with the quote “Omnia Vincit Amor” - “Love Conquers All”
From @sacredmoonadornments
Carmen Maria Machado, In the Dream House
“I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvelous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if only one hides it.”
—The Picture of Dorian Gray - O. Wilde
Postcolonial Love Poem, Natalie Diaz
Gabriela Mistral, tr. by Langston Hughes, from Selected Poems; “Quietness,”
انحصار
Inhisar
Reliance
Who do I turn to when I find myself rolling in the deep, the trenches from where it's next to impossible to get out? Who can I rely upon, who will not forsake me when the chips are down? Aren't these and more, the questions we keep asking ourselves as we grow through the years? Sometimes these are tied with the people, be it our family or friends, and then again, more often than not, this becomes tied with the one we fall in love with. We tell ourselves that they will be there for us, no matter what, that we can rely upon them. While that may be true in many cases, it doesn't always work out that way. On top of that, we can't always rely on our own selves either, because we can't be our own critics when that is what might be needed at some point. So, we do need to find something or someone else, a higher entity, upon whom we can rely upon, without any judgements.
- DG
“I let it go. It’s like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home.”
— Joanne Harris (via quotemadness)
Eileen Myles, "Sleepless." I Must Be Living Twice: New and Selected Poems 1975 - 2014
“IPHIGENIA : I shall wash blood with blood to get rid of the defilement—”
— Euripides, Iphigenia Among the Taurians (tr. by Anne Carson)