In Desperate Need Of Friends Who Read Books, Like Poetry And Want To Spend Their Nights Stargazing On

Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone, This Is How You Lose the Time War

I don't get jealous I get uninterested, they can have you

“Don’t ask yourself what you did wrong or how you could have done it differently. Don’t waste your valuable heart and mind trying to figure out why he did what he did. Or thinking back on all the things he said, and wondering what was the truth and what was the lie. The only thing you need to know is that it’s really good news: He’s gone.”

— Greg Behrendt, He’s Just Not That Into You

i hope i am not just a tumblr account to you but someone who you’d decay in an ancient forest with

“Your truest friends are the ones who stand by you in your darkest moments, because they are willing to brave the shadows with you, and in your greatest moments, because they are not afraid to let you shine.”

— Nicole Yatsonsky

“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do.”

— Frida Kahlo

“When I met you, flowers started growing in the darkest parts of my mind.”

— Unkown

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

“There are some things about myself I can’t explain to anyone. There are some things I don’t understand at all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what I’m after. I don’t know what my strengths are or what I’m supposed to do about them. But if I start thinking about these things in too much detail the whole thing gets scary. And if I get scared I can only think about myself. I become really self- centered, and without meaning to, I hurt people. So I’m not such a wonderful human being.”

— Haruki Murakami, The Elephant Vanishes

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet