:: poetry :: prose :: yogi ::

“The capacity to be alone is the capacity to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it’s not. It is an existential truth: only those people who are capable of being alone are capable of love, of sharing, of going into the deepest core of another person—without possessing the other, without becoming dependent on the other, without reducing the other to a thing, and without becoming addicted to the other. They allow the other absolute freedom, because they know that if the other leaves, they will be as happy as they are now. Their happiness cannot be taken by the other, because it is not given by the other.”

—   Osho (via notebookings)

(Source: psych-facts, via mermaidsbite)


God whispered your presence to the universe.

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“I can write a love story.”

—   Without you
—a six word story

“If she’s not the most important thing in your life, then you don’t deserve her.”

—   (via giraffevader)

“It’s okay to have weird patches on the bottoms of your feet
And scars where your toes join your soles.
It’s okay to have thick ankles with grooved ladders up the back and places where the razor nicked or missed.
It’s okay if your stubble never goes away and you have more scarred bug bites than freckles and the “definition” on your legs is all lighting.
It’s okay that your thighs are bumpy and big and squishy and thick and strong.
It’s okay if there’s red grooves where they touch and meet your pelvis and the hair there is coarse and short from attempts to keep it away.
It’s okay that your belly is soft even when you flex and your waist isn’t tiny at all and your hip bones will never poke up at your bikini.
It’s okay if your ribcage is big; that’s what holds your heart.
That’s what holds your lungs when you’re sad and giving up and they push you on anyway.
It’s okay if your boobs are little or big or droopy or flat or perky or wide or thin or not there at all.
It’s okay to have big nipples.
It’s okay to have small nipples.
It’s okay to have hairy nipples.
It’s okay that your skin bunches up at armpits; everyone’s does.
It’s okay that you’re covered in skin and thick flesh, scars and freckles, moles and stretch marks and hair.
It’s okay to sweat and smell and forget to brush your teeth sometimes.
It’s okay if your shoulders are huge and you can’t see your collarbone without shrugging and your arms sag and your cuticles are beyond repair.
It’s okay to have flesh between your chin and your jawline, and have acne there and on your temples, forehead, cheeks, chin, and that space right between your (un)tweezed eyebrows.
Hair is okay. All hair and lack thereof is okay.
All of it is okay.”

—   Things to say to yourself in the bathtub (via weinerchesters)

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i can tell she’s horny
when she looks at me
a secret wish
captured in flesh
when my hands touch
her heated skin
ruled by a harvest moon
bleeding engulfed
with all it’s warmth
upon the reflection
of a restless sea
in her desire
to belong
to me

(via poetryslutsunited)

1.comely 2.fetching 3.glamour


These three words are in the top 100 list of the most beautiful words in the English language synonymous with beauty and all connotations describing an attractive appearance or alluring magnetism. It is not surprising that the word beautiful, itself, did not make the cut. Comely, fetching and glamour embody a charisma on what it is to be beautiful, rather than purely relying on appearance. They capture the essence of beauty as a result of a way of being intertwined with physicality. Let us enlighten you!1.Comely- (adjective) attractive, pleasing in appearance also seeming proper, well-behaved: 2.Fetching (adjective) charming, captivating: 3.Glamour (noun) the quality of fascinating, alluring, or attracting, especially by a combination of charm and good looks. 

  • These words sound beautiful, but also have beautiful meanings.
(via wordsnquotes)

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Everything Love


Aluminum-lithium amor
thermal vacuum liplock
love you in deep space

i feel you in my dreaming


out of this abyss
we carve our pillar of vision
this ledge, our home, emerges in
articulated worship

culmination of study
of ancient texts
and ancestors
leaving celestial wormholes
to crawl through
finding the quantum mind
creating futurekind
in imagination