Jenna Bee 🍄

fromdarzaitoleeza:

fromdarzaitoleeza:
“I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you everyday”
“… I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close… I will love you until your face is fogged by distant memory. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, I will love you if you don’t marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else and I will love you if you never marry at all, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all. That is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way.”
-Lemony Snicket
I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch everything go wrong.
-Lemony snicket

It was always you, and it will still always be you.

wordscanbeenough:

“I’m not too gone to be healed, am I? / I’m not too gone am I?”

— Alice Notley, from In the Pines

deviika:

Blythe Baird // Dave Eggers

geryone:

ALT
The Book of X, Sarah Rose Etter

astrophilliaa:

strykerlancer:
— Kim Visda, from “For Lack Of A Better Poem.”
It speaks beyond words..

deviika:

Anne Carson // Jonathan Safran Foer

comtedeseulementt:

oblitarum:
“Don’t be in a hurry to love me. Don’t spill all your love on me so quickly, because hurried loves leak through the fingers to the ground. They sweeten beyond what we can bear and make us sick, craving a pinch of salt. So if you’re going to love me anyway, love me slowly. Love me in detail, in consistency, just a little bit every day, and for the rest of our lives.”
— Letters to my last love.
I think I’m falling in love with this blog <3

Its contents and the quality of these pieces are just perfect.
Please keep it going.

fairydrowning:

“Well, let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Short Stories

dreaminginthedeepsouth:

art | Mystical Conversation, Odilon Redon, 1896

from" The Sacred Feminine For Life.
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In the Celtic tradition, there is a beautiful understanding of love and friendship. One of the fascinating ideas here is the idea of soul-love; the old Gaelic term for this is anam cara. Anam is the Gaelic word for soul and cara is the word for friend. So anam cara in the Celtic world was the “soul friend.”

In everyone’s life, there is a great need for an anam cara, a soul friend. In this love, you are understood as you are without mask or pretension. The superficial and functional lies and half-truths of social acquaintance fall away, you can be as you really are. Love allows understanding to dawn, and understanding is precious. Where you are understood, you are at home.

The anam cara experience opens a friendship that is not wounded or limited by separation or distance. Such friendship can remain alive even when the friends live far away from each other. Because they have broken through the barriers of persona and egoism to the soul level, the unity of their souls is not easily severed. When the soul is awakened, physical space is transfigured. Even across the distance, two friends can stay attuned to each other and continue to sense the flow of each other’s lives. With your anam cara you awaken the eternal.

—John O'Donohue
Excerpt from Anam Cara
[Midwives of The Soul]

Forever bound by a timeless trinity: Love, loyalty, and friendship.

A testament to a profound connection, where love, loyalty, and friendship intertwine, forever marking them as your eternal soulmate.

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anne carson

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gabriel garciá márquez

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rainer maria

metamorphesque:

― Salma Deera, Letters From Medea
[text ID: The centre of every poem is this: / I have loved you. / I have had to deal with that.]

trees-and-planets:

— Albert Camus, The Possessed

virginiewoolf:

Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.

The estate sale for my grandparents home and parents was this week.

Seeing both of my childhood homes empty was sickening.

Our memories put on display donning a bright orange price tag.

I’ve never hated orange more than now.

Picked through and put back by scavengers.

This has been a nightmare I can’t wake up from.

I keep thinking it will be easier or at least better, but it just keeps getting worse. It’s been 5 months now and I’m supposed to be okay, and I’m not.