"The Universe sends us exactly what we are ready for at the exact time we need it in our lives."
- Sending Light, Brooke (via psych-facts)

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"Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand."
- Sylvia Plath (via teenager90s)

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"Everything is temporary."
- 3 words that completely changed my life once I fully accepted them  (via fawun)

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I loved you more than I should, and you loved me less than I deserve.

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"Sometimes the break in your heart is like the hole in the flute. Sometimes it’s the place where the music comes through."
- Andrea Gibson “Gospel Salt” (via ohandreagibson)

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Etiquette Leash

I want a good heart
I want it to be made of good stuff
I want the stain glass window builder to be my drinking buddy
I want to drink only the punch of a million gender queer school kids taking free martial arts lessons to survive recess
I stopped calling myself a pacifist when I heard Gandhi told women they should not physically fight off their rapists
I believe there is such a thing as a non violent fist

I believe the earth is a woman muzzled, beaten, tied to the cold slinging tracks
I believe the muzzled have every right to rip off the Bible Belt and take it to the patriarchy’s ass
I know these words are going to get me in trouble

It is never polite to throw back the tear gas
Just like its never polite to bring enough life rafts
They crowd the balconies where the wealthy shine their jewels
But sometimes love
Sometimes real love
Is fucking rude
Is interrupting a wedding mid vow just as the congregation is about to cry
To stand up in your pew to say “is everyone here clear on how diamonds are mined?”

Hallelujah to every drag queen at Stonewall who made weapons out of her stiletto shoes
Hallelujah to the blues keeping the neighborhood awake
To the activist standing in the snow outside of the circus holding a ten foot photograph of a baby elephant in chains when it’s probably some little kid’s birthday
Hallelujah to making everyone uncomfortable
To the terrible manners of truth
To refusing to clean the blood off the plate

Bend this spine into a bow I can pull across the cello of my speak up
Love readies its heart’s teeth
Chews through the etiquette lease
Takes down the cellphone tower after millions of people die in wars in the Congo fighting for the minerals that make our cellphones
Love blows up the dam
Chains itself to the redwood tree
To the capital building when a trailer of Mexican immigrants are found dead on the south Texas roadside
Love insists well intentioned white people officially stop calling themselves color blind
Insists hope lace it’s fucking boots
Always calls out the misogynist, racist, homophobic joke refuses to be a welcome mat where hate wipes its feet
Love asks questions at the most inappropriate times
Overturns the defense of marriage act then walks a pride parade asking when the plight of poor single mothers will ignite our hearts into action like that
Love is not polite
deadlocks our rush hour traffic with a hundred stubborn screaming bikes
Hallelujah to every suffrage movement hunger strike
Hallelujah to insisting they get your pronouns right
Hallelujah to tact never winning our spines
To taking our power all the way back to that first glacier that had to learn how to swim
To not turning our heads from a single ugly truth
To knowing we live in a time when beauty recruits its models outside the doors of eating disorder clients
That is not a metaphor
This is not a line to a poem
An Indian farmer walks into a crowd of people and stab himself in his chest to protest the poisoning of his land
A Buddhist monk burns himself alive on the streets of Saigon
A US soldier hangs himself wearing his enemy’s dog tags around his holy neck
May my heart be as heavy as a tuba in the front row of the Mardi Gras parade five months after Katrina
May it weigh the weight of the world so it might anchor the sun so it might hold me to my own light till I am willing to sweat as much as I cry
Till I am willing to press into the clay of our precious lives
A window
Might our grace riot the walls down
May the drought howl us awake
May we rush into the streets to do the work of opening each other’s eyes
May our good hearts forever be too loud to let the neighbors sleep

- Andrea Gibson “Etiquette Leash” (via ohandreagibson)

She told me she liked my mind and I had to laugh because that shit is a scary place.

"Sometimes I just wanna fuck, and sometimes I wanna be in love, and sometimes I wanna be alone."
- (via forebidden)

Right now I just wanna fuck and then be alone

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"To be a writer—this may seem trite, I realise—you have to actually write. You have to write every day, and you have to write whether you feel like it or not. Perhaps most importantly, write for an audience of one—yourself. Write the story you need to tell and want to read. It’s impossible to know what others want so don’t waste time trying to guess. Just write about the things that get under your skin and keep you up at night. You also have to read a lot—and pay attention. Read the kinds of things you want to write, read the kinds of things you would never write. Learn something"
- Khaled Hosseini (via hopeful-melancholy)
"I suspect the truth is that we are waiting, all of us, against insurmountable odds, for something extraordinary to happen to us."
- Khaled Hosseini (via thatlitsite)