My God, am I a bad person. It’s been a while, right?
I have excuses.
“We laughed at the darkness,
so scared that we lost it.
We stood on the ceilings;
you showed me love was all you needed.”
Beyoncé, Heaven
“To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time of war, and a time of peace.”
Ecclesiastes 3, Verse 1-8
“I wonder if there are
enough languages
between the two of us
to convey all the things
that I wish I could tell you
we speak four or five or six
all things considered,
or soon will:
we both come from many peoples
across many homelands
with many tongues
and we have come
to own these things
through study if not by birthright.
but perhaps
it is simpler and better and wiser
to love you wordlessly
artlessly, unstudied.
perhaps we could have
four or five or six language’s worth
of silence
and I could tell you everything
that I needed you to know
just the same.”
Najia Khaled, In Translation
“morning checklist
is your heart tied in with double knots? are the windows locked? is your hair almost combed? is the sun wide open? are you sturdy? are you whole? did you pour the warm inside? did you feed the fish in your belly? did you lick the envelopes? did you say “i love you”? did you mean it? are you ready? are you ready?”
nobodysflower on tumblr
“I try to express how I feel,
But it changes every day, and so I’m finding it hard.”
Kate Nash, Take Me To A Higher Plane
“I close my eyes ’cause then I don’t see
the love you don’t feel when you’re home with me.
Morning will come, and I’ll do what’s right;
just give me till then to give up this fight.
I will give up this fight.
‘Cause I can’t make you love me if you don’t.”
Adele, I Can’t Make You Love Me cover
“Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline,
like a row of captured ghosts, over old dead grass.
Was never much, but we’ve made the most;
welcome home.”
Radical Face, Welcome Home
“But maybe…
You will forget all of this
and learn to speak and think
and become a woman.
And think thoughts that will change what comes out of your mouth.
Thoughts like:
If words are our weapons, we must ask ourselves, why should we use rocks and sticks when we have tanks available?
And you will know how to answer”
Isabel Quintero
l.s, we were made from scraped knees and playground battles