over futile odds
I said to the sun,
"Tell me about the big bang."
The sun said,
"It hurts to become."



"The world is continually shifting & culture is rarely fixed, but fluid. Who we are now as a society or species is not an exact echo of who we were decades or even centuries ago. In this ever changing field of identity, stories become the engine through which we interrupt behavior, or normalize…

posted 1 year ago


Maybe you’re holding onto something
invisible & have learned to call it
by its secretest name, & maybe
there’s an arithmetic of emptiness
that defines the quiet space
in your cupped palm as waiting
instead of vacated. I see a bird
pass overhead, bursting & frantic
in a peaceful glide, & I think…

(Source: greatpoets.livejournal.com)

posted 1 year ago


Your great mistake is to act the drama
as if you were alone. As if life
were a progressive and cunning crime
with no witness to the tiny hidden
transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely,
even you, at times, have felt the grand array;
the swelling…

(Source: davidwhyte.com)

posted 1 year ago


You’re a trigger finger dug into the starting gun,
the smack as it fires, the tense stroke of hooves
pressing into a fresh track. You’re the curiosity
of a flashbulb nibbling air, tricky camera lens
grabbing a mane as it quivers back. I’m a rising
overture of thighs. I’m dirt exploding midair

(Source: 42opus.com)

posted 1 year ago
Posted: 1 year ago loveyourquotes:



“Villanelle for D.G.B.”
Marilyn Hacker

Every day our bodies separate,
exploded torn and dazed.
Not understanding what we celebrate

we grope through languages and hesitate
and touch each other, speechless and amazed;
and every day our bodies separate

us farther from our planned, deliberate

posted 1 year ago
Posted: 1 year ago homedesigning:

Positano, Italy
Posted: 2 years ago
The First Girl


When I say that she was the greatest,
I mean that she resembled a circus.

She was not brightly colored,
nor was she composed

of three rings, but
under a tent in the middle of

a starlit field
on a summer night,

you could see her
in just a t-shirt

and forget how unhappy
the elephants were.

Rob MacDonald

(Source: lapetitezine.com)

posted 2 years ago
The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.
quoted by Vladimir Nabokov (via penseesduchoeur)

(Source: danseurs, via ache)

: posted 2 years ago


I believe in the Tuesdays
and Wednesdays of life,
the tuna sandwich lunches
and TV after dinner.
I believe in coffee with hot milk
and peanut butter toast,
Rose wine in summer
and Burgundy in winter.

I am not in love with holidays,
birthdays—nothing special—
and weekends are just days
numbered six and seven,
though my love
dozing over TV golf
while I work the Sunday puzzle
might be all I need of life
and all I ask of heaven.

Donna Hilbert

Thanks again to exceptindreams.

posted 2 years ago
Posted: 2 years ago black-wolves:

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Posted: 2 years ago aquaticwonder:

(by chardeenly)
Posted: 2 years ago allthingseurope:

Stockholm, Sweden (by Ego sum Daniel)
Posted: 2 years ago future house inspiration here!