niertism:

i think as adults it’s our responsibility to be nice to kids and treat them with the respect we wish we got at that age and im not kidding or exaggerating in the least

wholeheartedsuggestions:

i want to think of it more as “my future is waiting for me patiently” than “i am waiting impatiently for my future”

cirkinkadininutopyasi:

leafblook:

luthienne:

Rosanna Warren, from Departure: Poems; “From the Notebooks of Anne Verveine”

[Text ID: The river knows about mourning; that’s its job. // How many years has it practiced? With such fleet fingers.]

aaaangel444:

firstfullmoon:

ALT

Kyla Jamieson, “I Need A Poem,” in Body Count [ID in ALT]

jb-blunk:

in this terrifying world you continuously have the power to offer someone else a little relief . why would you withhold that. do you remember what a little relief feels like? it feels like a lot

weltenwellen:

Ono no Komachi & Izumi Shikibu, tr. by Jane Hirshfield & Mariko Aratani, The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems by Ono no Komachi and Izumi Shikibu, Women of the Ancient Court of Japan

existential-celestial:

Carl Sandburg, from “Under the Harvest Moon,” in Chicago Poems

seasoflife:

Nishijima Toyohiko

seasoflife

mjalti:

life goes something like this: you meet the best and the worst of yourself in other people. you come to terms that you are the universe experiencing itself. you get overwhelmed at 3 am being so close to seeing through the veil. you get what you give. and then, the next morning, you do it all over again, all over again, all over again.

boymiffy:

i am simply holding my joys in all their little ways and it is starting to form a life around me 

spectrologie-deactivated2023041:

Mt. Baker Lookout, Washington // John Wingfield