Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God; From 'Is It True?'

why are we the villans ?

why not her?

why is she our mother nature,

when she has always tried to tear us apart ?

why are we the villans?

why do we think that mother nature protects us,

when all her efforts were to end us?

i wonder why

why do we assume nature to be on our side.

You know what? You deserve some love. Like, lots of it. Soooo here you go! (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

Take some!

REBLOG IF IT IS OKAY TO COME INTO YOUR INBOX AND SAY THE RANDOMEST SHIT I CAN THINK OF BECAUSE I REALLY WANT TO INTERACT WITH YOU.

do you weep

I do :)

You know something matters,

When you associate items

To that special something,

Like an animal to a friend,

A phrase to a show,

Memories flood your brain,

And you realize that you,

You trust them wholeheartedly.

Reblog if you think it’s okay to platonically say “I Love You” to your friends

I can kill the desire, but I can’t kill the tenderness, the need to touch you when your eyes are dark, when you are pale.

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1939-1947

how to write a love poem

gut yourself like a fish.

stare at your organs.

describe the pretty colors.

use a metaphor.

poetry doesn't have to be full of metaphors, or comparisons to flowers, and diamonds, and one of kind things, it could be anything, something as simple as declaration in pure words, is equally beautiful, with no mazes, no puzzles, sure, imagination puts minds at work, but there is something raw and beautiful about simplification, and honesty.

©Pen_Pain_Poetry

so damn true.

Warner: Look at me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth, Kishimoto. Kenji: You can’t expect me to look into your eyes and be straight.