Отворих го и ме плисна в лицето, в гърдите, чак до душата, студеният и сладостен лъх на нощта.
Искаш ли да видиш, какво има да ти каже Вселената?
петък, 28 февруари 2014 г.
четвъртък, 27 февруари 2014 г.
сряда, 26 февруари 2014 г.
вторник, 25 февруари 2014 г.
неделя, 23 февруари 2014 г.
“Consider that you radiate. At all times.
Consider that what you’re feeling right now is rippling outward into a
field of is-ness that anyone can dip their oar into.
You are felt. You
are heard. You are seen.
If you were not here, the world would be
different.
Because of your presence, the universe is expanding.”
— | Danielle LaPorte |
петък, 21 февруари 2014 г.
четвъртък, 20 февруари 2014 г.
I heard what you said.
I’m not the silly romantic you think.
I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars.
I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already.
I want…a steady hand. A kind soul.
I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe.
I want to love, and be loved.
Shana Abe
I’m not the silly romantic you think.
I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars.
I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already.
I want…a steady hand. A kind soul.
I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe.
I want to love, and be loved.
Shana Abe
сряда, 19 февруари 2014 г.
вторник, 18 февруари 2014 г.
I want to be with you
I want to be with you behind the scenes,
before coffee, before the sun,
when your hair is a fright and your skin is still dented by the mattress seam.
I want to touch you then,
when you’re prickly and unshaven,
when you’re half dressed, or less,
when you’re unmade and distracted and every bit yourself.
I want to see you getting yourself ready for others.
I want to live in that place.
I want to be with you, behind the scenes, knowing I’m not one of the others.
Peregrine
before coffee, before the sun,
when your hair is a fright and your skin is still dented by the mattress seam.
I want to touch you then,
when you’re prickly and unshaven,
when you’re half dressed, or less,
when you’re unmade and distracted and every bit yourself.
I want to see you getting yourself ready for others.
I want to live in that place.
I want to be with you, behind the scenes, knowing I’m not one of the others.
Peregrine
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness.
You will hold me like I’m hope.
Clementine von Radics,
Mouthful of Forevers
You will hold me like I’m hope.
Clementine von Radics,
Mouthful of Forevers
понеделник, 17 февруари 2014 г.
неделя, 16 февруари 2014 г.
събота, 15 февруари 2014 г.
петък, 14 февруари 2014 г.
Mouthful of Forevers
I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers.
We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin.
Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come.
I think that has to be part of its miracle. This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin.
I will write novels to the scar of your nose.
I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you. And I will not be afraid of your scars.
I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know: whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day. I will love you when you are a hurricane.
Clementine von Radics,
Mouthful of Forevers
You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers.
We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin.
Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come.
I think that has to be part of its miracle. This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin.
I will write novels to the scar of your nose.
I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you. And I will not be afraid of your scars.
I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know: whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day. I will love you when you are a hurricane.
Clementine von Radics,
Mouthful of Forevers
четвъртък, 13 февруари 2014 г.
сряда, 12 февруари 2014 г.
понеделник, 10 февруари 2014 г.
събота, 8 февруари 2014 г.
петък, 7 февруари 2014 г.
вторник, 4 февруари 2014 г.
and be with her in meaningful ways
"Go after her.
Fuck, don’t sit there and wait for her to call.
Go after her because that’s what you should do if you love someone, don’t wait for them to give you a sign because it might never come.
Don’t let people happen to you, don’t let me happen to you, or her, she’s not a fucking television show or tornado.
There are people I might have loved had they gotten on the airplane or run down the street after me or called me up drunk at four in the morning because they need to tell me right now and because they cannot regret this and I always thought I’d be the only one doing crazy things for people who would never give enough of a fuck to do it back or to act like idiots or be entirely vulnerable and honest and making someone fall in love with you is easy and flying 3000 miles on four days notice because you can’t just sit there and do nothing and breathe into telephones is not everyone’s idea of love but it is the way I can recognize it because that is what I do.
Go scream it and be with her in meaningful ways because that is beautiful and that is generous and that is what loving someone is, that is raw and that is unguarded, and that is all that is worth anything, really."
Harvey Milk
Fuck, don’t sit there and wait for her to call.
Go after her because that’s what you should do if you love someone, don’t wait for them to give you a sign because it might never come.
Don’t let people happen to you, don’t let me happen to you, or her, she’s not a fucking television show or tornado.
There are people I might have loved had they gotten on the airplane or run down the street after me or called me up drunk at four in the morning because they need to tell me right now and because they cannot regret this and I always thought I’d be the only one doing crazy things for people who would never give enough of a fuck to do it back or to act like idiots or be entirely vulnerable and honest and making someone fall in love with you is easy and flying 3000 miles on four days notice because you can’t just sit there and do nothing and breathe into telephones is not everyone’s idea of love but it is the way I can recognize it because that is what I do.
Go scream it and be with her in meaningful ways because that is beautiful and that is generous and that is what loving someone is, that is raw and that is unguarded, and that is all that is worth anything, really."
Harvey Milk
неделя, 2 февруари 2014 г.
The strength of a man
The strength of a man
isn’t seen in the width
of his shoulders.
It’s seen in the width
of his arms that circle you..
The strength of a man
isn’t in the deep tone
of his voice.
It’s in the gentle
words he whispers…
The strength of a man
isn’t how many buddies he has.
It’s how good a buddy
he is with his kids…
The strength of a man isn’t
in how respected he is at work.
It’s in how respected
he is at home…
The strength of a man
isn’t in how hard he hits.
It’s in how tender
he touches…
The strength of a man
isn’t in the hair on his chest.
It’s in his Heart,
that lies within his chest…
The strength of a man
isn’t how many women he’s loved.
It’s in can he be
true to one woman…
The strength of a man
isn’t in the weight he can lift.
It’s in the burdens
he can carry…
Jacqueline Marie Griffiths
събота, 1 февруари 2014 г.
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