Some parents will never forgive you for how they failed you
they should invent a life that is liveable and a sleep that comes easy and a winter that doesn't feel like decay and a spring that doesn't feel like the past and a head that doesn't hurt and a heart that doesn't sit in your chest like a rock and a body that doesn't hate you and a hometown that doesn't make you lose your mind and a university that won't kill you they should invent a me that is normal I think that would be really neat. ok good night I love you
Someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. They can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. And whatever their reasons you must leave. Because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. You never ever have to convince someone to do the work to be ready. There is more extraordinary love, more love that you have never seen, out here in this wide and wild universe. And there is the love that will be ready.
Nayyirah Waheed (via perfectquote)
“When faced with headlines calculating how long we collectively have left to live, or how the angry men in charge of the world still haven’t been taught to share the sandbox, I tend to lean further into my dreaming. I tend to cling to the things I can change. In 200,000 years of living, the human race has learned so little. We invent the wheel, shoot ourselves to the moon, collapse the ocean, forget to stomp out cigarettes. If there is an antidote to the discord, it is your tender hands pressed against your bleeding heart. In my wildest dreams, I imagine a love beyond countries and gods. In my wildest dreams, no child learns how to play dead. Out the window, is everything green and growing. All the guns rusted in the rain. It hurt to work this hard, believe me; the taste of swallowed pride, the grit of sore muscles, the shame in how we could have started so much sooner, but how worthwhile it is to be here now. In my wildest dreams, someone across the world falls asleep safe. My neighbor’s fridge is full. I can see so many more stars. The news is slow and none of us mind. In my wildest dreams, we all come home from the war.”
— Schuyler Peck, Biology of A Bleeding Heart
Mona Lisa cat nest 😭
good poetry makes me want to kill myself but by staying alive