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penthesewords · 2 years
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penthesewords · 3 years
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Courage doesn’t happen when you have all the answers. It happens when you are ready to face the questions you have been avoiding your whole life. -Shannon L. Alder
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penthesewords · 3 years
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"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked.
One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out.
I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet."
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penthesewords · 3 years
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"You will always be in my heart as the most loving and caring partner I ever had. As the most beautiful and delicate. As the softest and smartest one. But I am very grateful I had the chance to meet you and be next to you for some time. The times spent together are for me some of the best memories of my life, fun, intimacy, love, care...It makes me cry to think about It and this Is also what kept me coming back to an idea of us, cause the time spent with you has been always nourturing and meaningful ...."
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penthesewords · 3 years
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between us is not love but instead a shared pain
maybe we will learn eventually two broken hearts will never never be whole
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penthesewords · 4 years
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fire consumes the coast of the places i loved, and love still.
in the moment, all i see is the smoke, the wreckage, a sense of loss for all the memories, those that passed and those still to come.
but as rushing water carves lines and pockets in sandstone
the flames will cease leaving behind its scars. and the heat and ashes will nourish the earth and allow life, again, to grow, renewed.
and you, the flame in my earth as i am the water in yours.
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penthesewords · 4 years
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on some days i fear this darkness will steal away the light in my heart
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penthesewords · 4 years
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Last night I dreamt I was in the arms of someone new Love, falling off my tongue, as it does when it feels the need to escape
And in his words, love, reciprocated. Purposeful. Meaningful. Brought tears to my eyes As I realized
How long it has been since I felt a love so pure And heard the words.
And I thought Could it have been Since my father died I have yet to hear those words?
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penthesewords · 4 years
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I dreamt your name on a boat I held in my hands Like a lantern at the lake I set you down Floating in the water And let the currents Pull you away From the shore And me
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penthesewords · 4 years
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I lay in the dark gazing up into the speckled sky counting the flashes of light a wispy river flows
a perfect evening but for the form laying next to me not yours but your image your voice your presence
fill my mind and pull at my chest
and I remember under the same night sky where we laid and I whispered those words to you for the first time
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penthesewords · 4 years
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into the distance these things fade
your smell the feel of my head on your chest my hand in your hand the taste of your lips your weight on my body our love
all that will be left memories tainted by the things we choose to forget.
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penthesewords · 4 years
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Colors exposed to the sun Newly washed jeans The sunlight beyond the horizon Our names carved in the sand Old photographs Autumn leaves in the winter
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The light in my eyes when I think of you An idea of a future that contained us both Our relationship into nothing more than a memory And even that memory, over time.
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penthesewords · 4 years
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"Mr. Kino, you’re not the type who would willingly do something wrong. I know that very well. But there are times in this world when it’s not enough just not to do the wrong thing. Some people use that blank space as a kind of loophole. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
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penthesewords · 4 years
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It struck him that this visit was exactly what he’d been hoping for, yet, at the same time, what he’d been fearing above all. The ambiguous ambiguity was precisely this, holding on to an empty space between two extremes. “You were hurt, a little, weren’t you?” his wife had asked. “I’m human, after all. I was hurt,” he’d replied. But that wasn’t true. Half of it, at least, was a lie. I wasn’t hurt enough when I should have been, Kino admitted to himself. When I should have felt real pain, I stifled it. I didn’t want to take it on, so I avoided facing up to it. Which is why my heart is so empty now. The snakes have grabbed that spot and are trying to hide their coldly beating hearts there.
"This was a comfortable place not just for me but for anybody," Kamita had said. Kino finally understood what he meant.
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penthesewords · 4 years
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when the world feels heavy the weight too much to bear i escape to the road hours to the sea or the mountains
a moment of peace a reminder that the world is more than what is in the news and what is weighing on my heart
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penthesewords · 4 years
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“The things I cherished in you, I still cherish in anyone I see. Your heart, your humility, your appreciation for the tiny moments in your day that make you happy. The way you can be so enchanted with life. I still look for these characteristics in the people I meet but I will never forget about you. I had never met a more beautiful person. You were the one to open my eyes.”
Still the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.
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penthesewords · 4 years
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what does it mean to choose to walk willingly back into a fire, blinded by the flames, unable to see the truth uncovered only by truth already known.
is it my burnt flesh searching for the flame that kissed my skin or a darkness already present hidden in the depths of my soul telling me something I don't yet understand
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