“Why Wasn’t Friendship As Good As A Relationship? Why Wasn’t It Even Better? It Was Two People

“I will never be good enough for everybody. But I am the best for someone who really appreciates me.”

— Unknown

“One of the gifts of being a writer is that it gives you an excuse to do things, to go places and explore. Another is that writing motivates you to look closely at life, at life as it lurches by and tramps around.”

— Anne Lamott

when people from real life stumble upon your tumblr and you’re just

“There are two reasons why we don’t trust people. First - we don’t know them. Second - we know them.”

— Unknown

“Let them judge you. Let them misunderstand you. Let them gossip about you. Their opinions aren’t your problems. You stay kind, committed to love and free in your authenticity. No matter what they do or say, don’t you doubt your worth or the beauty of your truth. Just keep shining like you always do.”

— Scott Stabile

“I’d much rather have one great person to talk to every night than have several pointless conversations with temporary people.”

— Unknown

“You are most powerful when you are most silent. People never expect silence. They expect words, motion, defense, offense, back and forth. They expect to leap into the fray. They are ready, fists up, words hanging leaping from their mouths. Silence? No.”

— Alison McGhee, All Rivers Flow To The Sea

the little things we do in love are so underrated. simply catching a bus just to see someone, playing with hair more often, bringing flowers, giving handwritten letters, smelling their aura, kissing forehead when they don’t love themselves. no luxury can ever compensate the beauty these things hold.

— vishakha//@penthethoughts

“Educate yourself. When a question about a certain topic pops up, google it. Watch movies and documentaries. When something sparks your interest, read about it. Read read read. Study, learn, stimulate your brain. Don’t just rely on the school system, educate that beautiful mind of yours.”

— Unknown

Whoever first said that poetry is dead failed to provide the autopsy. If poetry is dead, what a rowdy and glorious ghost. Poetry haunts. Poetry permeates the walls we put up. Poetry startles us awake and into our own aliveness. Poetry rustles the hairs on the backs of our necks and chases us into more compassionate rooms. Though it is difficult to change a stubborn mind, poetry can change our hearts in an instant.

Andrea Gibson and Megan Falley, from How Poetry Can Change Your Heart