I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.

Story People - Brian Andreas (via hushedsweetnothings)

'Thank you' is the best prayer that anyone could say. I say that one a lot. Thank you expresses extreme gratitude, humility, understanding.

Alice Walker (via observando)

I’ve never been scared of someone before. Sometimes maybe a little intimidated but never scared. But you, you scare me with your beautiful brown eyes and your amazing smile. I’m so scared that I’ll want to love you for forever and you’ll only want me for a few moments in your life.

Daily Relatable Love Quotes (via thelovewhisperer)

(via thelovewhisperer)

Don’t ask her to moan. Make her.

Your fingerprints are all over who I am now.

Whether it’s the best of times or the worst of times, it’s the only time we’ve got.

Art Buchwald (via observando)

(via bluecheeseandchilipeppers)

We wear clothes, and speak, and create civilizations, and believe we are more than wolves. But inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that is who we are.

Anthony Marra, A Constellation of Vital Phenomena (via splitterherzen)

(via bluecheeseandchilipeppers)

I write because I’m trying to love others and myself. It is a way of getting to. Writing is raising the silenced and inaudible voices to heard. I can’t let things go: I like the challenge of finding the words to remake the moment again. The constant translation of events, situations, and emotions keep my brain turned-on. I like to be turned-on. It is truly, the times when I feel safe. Free to take risk, to emote, and to be led by imagination without fear. Sometimes, I need a knife, a lover, a priest, a compass, and the poem offers direction, listens, loves, and stabs. It allows me to not be while still being. So writing is restorative, recuperative and permits me to ask myself vulnerable questions about my own who-ness and humanness.

Arisha White, from Why Do I Write (via violentwavesofemotion)