1. thesensualstarfish:

from The Perfect Mother
BY SUSAN GRIFFIN
.       
The perfect mother lets the cat
sleep on her head. The
children laugh.
Where is she?
She is not carefully ironing the starched
ruffles of a Sunday dress.
What does she say?
She does not speak.
Her head is under the cat and
like the cat, she sleeps.

    thesensualstarfish:

    from The Perfect Mother

    BY SUSAN GRIFFIN

    .       

    The perfect mother lets the cat

    sleep on her head. The

    children laugh.

    Where is she?

    She is not carefully ironing the starched

    ruffles of a Sunday dress.

    What does she say?

    She does not speak.

    Her head is under the cat and

    like the cat, she sleeps.

  2. artemisdreaming:

.
The Night of SorrowA lovely woman rolls upThe delicate bamboo blind.She sits deep within,Twitching her moth eyebrows.who may it beThat grieves her heart?On her face one seesonly the wet traces of tears.Li Bai

    artemisdreaming:

    .

    The Night of Sorrow

    A lovely woman rolls up
    The delicate bamboo blind.
    She sits deep within,
    Twitching her moth eyebrows.
    who may it be
    That grieves her heart?
    On her face one sees
    only the wet traces of tears.

    Li Bai

    (Source: photo...hangur.soup, via kingcreative)

  3. Je t’aime. by Massimo Margagnoni on Flickr.
  4. Lovers find secret places
    inside this violent world
    where they make transactions
    with beauty.
    Reason says, Nonsense.
    I have walked and measured the walls here.
    There are no places like that.

    Love says, There are.

    Rumi (via gohomekiki)

    (Source: fuckyeahrumi, via dendroica)

  5. therealkatiewest:

    At times you sink, you fall
    into your hole of silence,
    into your abyss of proud anger,
    and you can scarcely
    return, still bearing remnants
    of what you found
    in the depths of your existence.

    My love, what do you find
    in your closed well?
    Seaweed, swamps, rocks?
    What do you see with blind eyes,
    bitter and wounded?

    Darling, you will not find
    in the well into which you fall
    what I keep for you on the heights:
    a bouquet of dewy jasmines,
    a kiss deeper than your abyss.

    Do not fear me, do not fall
    into your rancor again.
    Shake off my word that came to wound you
    and let it fly through the open window.
    It will return to wound me
    without your guiding it
    since it was laden with a harsh instant
    and that instant will be disarmed in my breast. 
     
    Smile at me radiant
    if my mouth wounds you.
    I am not a gentle shepherd
    like the ones in fairy tales,
    but a good woodsman who shares with you
    earth, wind, and mountain thorns.

    Love me, you, smile at me,
    help me to be good.
    Do not wound yourself in me, for it will be useless,
    do not wound me because you wound yourself.

  6. thesensualstarfish:

My cup of coffee
Contains a lace curtain
I swallow slowly
So as not to pull
The curtain from the rod
My beautiful cup empties
Too quickly
The lace is suddenly gone
From this greedy girls cup
~The Sensual Starfish

    thesensualstarfish:

    My cup of coffee

    Contains a lace curtain

    I swallow slowly

    So as not to pull

    The curtain from the rod

    My beautiful cup empties

    Too quickly

    The lace is suddenly gone

    From this greedy girls cup

    ~The Sensual Starfish

  7. thesensualstarfish:

Funny What’s it like to be a human the bird asked I myself don’t knowit’s being held prisoner by your skin while reaching infinity being a captive of your scrap of time while touching eternity being hopelessly uncertain and helplessly hopefulbeing a needle of frost and a handful of heat breathing in the air and choking wordlessly it’s being on fire with a nest made of ashes eating bread while filling up on hungerit’s dying without love it’s loving through death That’s funny said the birdand flew effortlessly up into the air ~ Anna Kamienska ~

    thesensualstarfish:

    Funny
     
    What’s it like to be a human
    the bird asked
     
    I myself don’t know
    it’s being held prisoner by your skin
    while reaching infinity
    being a captive of your scrap of time
    while touching eternity
    being hopelessly uncertain
    and helplessly hopeful
    being a needle of frost
    and a handful of heat
    breathing in the air
    and choking wordlessly
    it’s being on fire
    with a nest made of ashes
    eating bread
    while filling up on hunger
    it’s dying without love
    it’s loving through death
     
    That’s funny said the bird
    and flew effortlessly up into the air
     
    ~ Anna Kamienska ~

    (Source: stucklikeatattoo)

  8. 
Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda

"so I love you because I know no other way"

    Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda

    "so I love you because I know no other way"

    (Source: raffaellacarra, via thingssheloves)

  9. live4emma-l4s:

…always <333

    live4emma-l4s:

    …always <333

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