— (via urbankoi)
— Anaïs Nin, Je suis le plus malade des Surrealistes: Antonin Artaud (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)
you will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.
However, the saddest,
most awful truth
you will ever come to find––
is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives."
— Beau Taplin, “The Awful Truth” (via brokenpromisesanddbrokenhearts)
— Blue-Eyed Devil, Lisa Kleypas (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
Trying to remember you
is like carrying water
in my hands a long distance
across sand. Somewherev people are waiting.
They have drunk nothing for days.
Your name was the food I lived on;
now my mouth is full of dirt and ash.
To say your name was to be surrounded
by feathers and silk; now, reaching out,
I touch glass and barbed wire.
Your name was the thread connecting my life;
now I am fragments on a tailor’s floor.
I was dancing when I
learned of your death; may
my feet be severed from my body.
The Other Me
In Lak’ech Tu eres mi otro yo (You are my other me)
Si te hago daño a ti (If I do harm to you)
Me hago daño a mi (I do harm to myself)
Si te amo y te respeto (If I love and respect you)
Me amo y me respeto yo (I love and respect myself)"
Luis Valdez, “The Other Me” (via hellorora)
from Pensamiento Serpentino