catchymemes:

missnarcissistsworld:

Every evening I sit at my porch to have tea,

I sit with the people I lost,

And we talk,

Sometimes I cry as they watch me with sad eyes,

Sometimes I laugh and they crack a smile,

Sometimes I curse them for leaving without goodbye,

I sit for tea with the ghosts,

I call it tea with grief.

-Sonali Bind

missinyouiskillingme:

“He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.”

— Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy

rustywindows:

Give your daughters difficult names. give your daughters names that command the full use of tongue. my name makes you want to tell me the truth. my name doesn’t allow me to trust anyone that cannot pronounce it right.

Warsan Shire

:

A Gentle Reminder by Bianca Sparacino

feral-ballad:

Mahmoud Darwish, tr. by Fady Joudah, from The Butterfly’s Burden; “We were missing a present”

metamorphesque:

ALT

— Maggie Nelson, Bluets

maggietalkstoomuch:

I was driving home today at the edge of dark, the time perfectly in between night and day. The sun was setting, and it was the most beautiful sunset I had seen in a while, so many bright shades of pink and purple and orange like tie-dye in the sky. There were no other cars on the road, just me, and it was so peaceful. All I could think about was you. I could almost see you sitting there in the passenger seat, smiling at me. I think you were there with me, probably wearing a tie-dye t-shirt to match the sunset. I could feel it. I bet you see tie-dye sunsets like that every day where you are. I bet you helped paint this one just for me.

tie-dye sunsets // m.e.k.