“There was a point in time when my mother would pride me on the maturity I showed in relationships. This was before I let my ego become severely bruised by the nonchalance of someone else. On the journey back to finding myself, I learned a few things:
Jealousy has no place in stability. The person you are with is not the person you were with before; do not compare the two. If there is no trust, there is no nurture. Dishonesty is the equivalent of ten steps backwards. Attraction should be rooted in mentality, not merely physicality. Arguing is inevitable - come to peaceful reconciliations. Do not take your partner for granted - there will come a point when enough is truly enough. Most importantly, do not harbor spiteful feelings towards past loves. Thank them for moulding you into your current state and let go. If I could offer one bit of advice, it would be to not measure your relationships in days or months or years. Instead, measure the special bond you have in touch and affection and the ease at which you can be yourself around that other person.”
— natalie
(via ephapses)
1. Compose aloud; poetry is a sound.
2. Vary rhythm enough to stir the emotion you want but not so as to lose impetus.
3. Use spoken words and syntax.
4. Fear adjective; they bleed nouns. Hate the passive.
5. Jettison ornament gaily but keep shape
Put your poem away till you forget it, then:
6. Cut out every word you dare.
7. Do it again a week later, and again.
Never explain - your reader is as smart as you.
(Source: mentholmountains.blogspot.com)
The constant inaccuracy in my form.
(via fairuzayuni)
…. Books were more fun and interesting than people to me too at first. But, well, people wrote books. So the magic behind those lies in all of us. You said people run and books stay. But books stay because you own them. I could never own a person, and there’s a charm in that.
… Books have wonderful surprises, but they are archived. I’m not suggesting you go bungee jumping tomorrow, but I do hope Carmel that you don’t give up on the surprises in life that have yet been archived. They’re outside your room, away from your screen, and between you and your future house & library. And although you can’t pick and choose them as specifically as you can with books, there isn’t anything in your letter that convinces me life won’t know how to love you back. Adventures appear in all directions. Thank you for writing us.
Love you Liy.
Peter Cameron, Someday This Pain Will Be Useful to You
Submitted by cold-intimacy.
(via bohemianbibliophile)