#rainsofwords

[rains-of-words]

and also I am the leaves and the blossoms, and, like them, I am full of delight, and shaking.

Mary Oliver, Red Bird

[anastasiasyah]

You can get through this. What is the measure of strength other than the number of obstacles you've overcome?

10/21/21, anastasiasyah

[bluepandapoet]

I wish that every time a great line is written by some unknown writer, a new star is forged in the sky to burn for them.

You will be surprised to see such a night sky, overflowing with stars.

Then I'll ask you, "Why are you crying?"

-Bluepandapoet

@writerscreed

[blueacademiablog]

Never apologize for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night. That is how galaxies are made.

Tyler Kent White (via surqrised)

[rains-of-words]

it is a serious thing // just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world.

Mary Oliver, Red Bird

[anastasiasyah]

Did you expect to be adored by romanticizing yourself as a monster? I'll show you what a monster you truly are.

“I Shall Take You to My Grave” from Repressed Feelings by anastasiasyah

[rains-of-words]

Everyone sees what you appear to be, few experience what you really are.

Niccolò Machiavelli, The Prince

[rains-of-words]

When I think of death it is a bright enough city,

Mary Oliver, Red Bird

[rains-of-words]

It felt like the world had divided into two different types of people, those who had felt pain and those who had yet to.

Michelle Zauner, Crying in H Mart

[rains-of-words]

simply remembering what it feels like to love creatures that aren’t human. A nameless sadness, the fading away of the birds. The fading away of the animals. How lonely it will be here, when it’s just us.

Charlotte McConaghy, Migrations

[rains-of-words]

There are things in life so valuable that you must risk the pain of losing them for the joy of briefly having them.

Emily Henry, Book Lovers

[rains-of-words]

She can be a nightmare, but this still feels better than any dream.

Penelope Douglas, Punk 57

[rains-of-words]

There are some who can live without wild things, and some who cannot.

Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

[rains-of-words]

There is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

[rains-of-words]

He kissed me until there was no part of me that didn’t know who it belonged to. He kissed me until my heart again fused with his—two halves of one whole.

Tillie Cole, A Thousand Boy Kisses

[rains-of-words]

I think hearts beat a rhythm like a song. I think, that just like music, we’re drawn to a particular melody. I heard your heart’s song, and yours heard mine.

Tillie Cole, A Thousand Boy Kisses