“I want to go places with you; obscure little places, just to be able to say: here I came with her.
— Anaïs Nin, from Ladders To Fire (via gretzky)

(via gretzky)

“My father tells me that I’m too loud
but he hasn’t yet figured out that
I inherited it from him,
that some traits were passed down

to his daughters
even though he wanted to see them

in sons.

Had I been a boy, he would’ve told me

to shout louder,

the the world wants to hear

what a man has to say.

I’ll keep shouting until someone listens,
until I wake up god from a peaceful
night’s sleep.

He created all men equally,
where do I fit in?”
— Jasmin R, Untitled (via larmoyante)
“I saw all the mirrors on the Earth and none of them reflected me.”
— Jorge Luis Borges

Write it on your heart
that every day is the best day in the year.
He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day
who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.

Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.
Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in.
Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day;
begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit
to be cumbered with your old nonsense.

This new day is too dear,
with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on the yesterdays.

— Ralph Waldo Emerson (via oofpoetry)

Write it on your heart
that every day is the best day in the year.
He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day
who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.

Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.
Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in.
Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day;
begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit
to be cumbered with your old nonsense.

This new day is too dear,
with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on the yesterdays.

— Ralph Waldo Emerson (via oofpoetry)
“Be crumbled.
So wild flowers will come up where you are.
You have been stony for too many years.
Try something different.
Surrender.”
— Rumi (via oofpoetry)
“Nowadays,
all of my love poems
are for you.
Because phone calls and letters
so often fall short.
And hopping on a plane
isn’t an easy solution
to missing you suddenly
at 1 a.m.
Sometimes,
poetry
is the easiest way
to bring you here
beside me.”
Galaxies | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

For you, Annie. 

seramun2:

half the reason i cut my hair… i love u

Louis CK - “Difference between men and women in sex”  Live at Beacon Theatre 2011

Wanda Sykes “Detachable Pussy”

Strip malls 
Winter in the fall
It happened so slow I barely noticed it at all
Blank tapes 
Try to stay awake
I’m running from the future but I can’t escape it

Heartaches

one last cup of joe before I go from
the thermos, yesterday’s coffee
strong 
black
dad made it, extra 
hot and I pour
it into the cbc regina
mug that mum won
at the folk fest

I toast a bagel 
sure to unplug the toaster after
and eat it plain

Last night I cried 
and he wrapped his arms around me 
told me everything was alright
told me everything was okay
it’s okay to be sad
it’s okay 
it’s alright

As she tugged on my eyes
she pulled on my hair
she sucked her thumb and wound her fingers in my tendrils
she said stay, stay with me and 
we’ll always be three, getting
cuddles from mum and 
hugs from dad and
we can even stay twenty-three 
with your sister, she’s getting
married, and you can be there
you can be the maid of honour to
stand up for all the years 
she stood up for you 
and we will be happy 

but the ticket’s already booked
and I’ve never been one to back out

even though it’s where I need to go
even through the time I want to
even though my heart has a home made
and the reason is even throughout

one more cup of coffee 
to ease the heartache
to ease the heartache 
to make it easy
on my heart