:: poetry :: prose :: yogi ::

“The things you do for yourself are gone when you are gone, but the things you do for others remain as your legacy.”

—   Kalu Ndukwe Kalu (via kushandwizdom)

(Source: gienchy, via a-thousand-words)



“You cannot be lonely if you like the person you’re alone with.”

—   Wayne W. Dyer (via fuckyeahyoga)

(via a-thousand-words)

“And when I saw you,
for the first time
my heart kind of went
“Oh, there you are.””

—   Keen Malasarte, First Meetings (via acupofkeen)

(via earthlyexistence)

i tasted like popcorn and
there was dirt under your nails.
in the waxing equilibrium
of my hearts moon
i felt only my hands
holding me.

“Do not think I am forgetful of you. You would not believe me if you knew how often you are in my heart & mind. I love thinking of you.”

—   Katherine Mansfield, in a letter to Virginia Woolf, dated 13 August 1919 (via violentwavesofemotion)

(Source: sangfroidwoolf, via violentwavesofemotion)

“Be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.”

—   "Desiderata" by Max Ehrmann (via sophie-elle)

(Source: allmymetaphors, via sunst0ne)


teeth to lips
I’m yours
like this


mostly nature


mostly nature

“Mistakes are, after all, the foundations of truth, and if a man does not know what a thing is, it is at least an increase in knowledge if he knows what it is not.”

—   C.G. Jung (via purplebuddhaproject)

(via mr-another)

It’s not enough that I love you
There’s all these things I have to prove to you
You use the sun to erase the past
But you think it only raises for you

But I’m afraid of being hurt that’s true
But not afraid of any physical pain
Just as I am always scared of water
But not afraid of standing out in the rain

The last person in the room she hugged
Was the person that loved her the most
Nobody noticed that I was down on the rug
I’m getting better at becoming a ghost

I know that you want more
But would you fight for
My love

And I’ve hurt you before
But can you ignore
My love

You’re walking out my back door
Looking back for
My love

I know that you want more
But would you fight for
My love

People do their best to not let passion begin
It’s dead before it has a chance to start
And so then there I am, the caretaker of sin
To your abandoned and malignant heart

It’s such a pleasure, to sing with you together
Making love when there is nobody home
But I can’t kiss you ‘til you lift up your chin
You have to want to stop being alone

I want you to fight for
My love
I want you to fight for
My love
I want you to fight for
My love

—   Jack White
—would you fight for my love? (via honeybeeyond)

“There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.”

—   Vincent van Gogh (via larmoyante)

(via scattered-wings)