“the word poet is synonymous with truth teller”
—Joy Harjo, from her note on her poem “A Postcolonial Tale”
why does talking feel so heavy? making myself known.
honestly, it makes my insides turn and my thoughts go into overdrive.
when i’m uncovering, i do not want my name or face to be known. when my name or face are known, i do not want to uncover.
online, i’m most comfortable on my side accounts where barely anyone follows me. in life, i’m most comfortable on the side lines where barely anyone notices me.
i’m comfortable but sometimes it hits me that i’m alone. not lonely, just alone.
honestly, i’ve always wanted to be a mystery.
mysteries are fun and draw people in; they make you want to uncover them.
now people finally tell me i’m mysterious but they somehow don’t seem interested in uncovering.
i wonder if it’s a compliment or just an emphasis on the bridge i’ve built between me and the outside world.
I will never be able to trust properly, because even the most honest person is able to lie.
Was watching some dumb ass tedtalk where they said the world has never been so divided on opinion
Really? Civil war wasn’t a big disagreement? How about WWI, or WWII
Revolutionary war prob had people upset
It’s just dumb founding when people speculate how the present is worse than the past. How TF would you know? All you’ve got is the myths they left you with
What do i do when i love you and want somebody else
Bad Kind Of Butterflies, Camila Cabello.
—"Lenox Avenue: Midnight“ by Langston Hughes, from The Collected Poems of Langston Hughes, edited by Arnold Rampersad and David Roessel
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Rozmowy z barmenem
mówi: alkochol nie pomaga w problemach
odpowiadam: trzeźwość też nie
“Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself”
—William Shakespeare (allegedly), Hamlet
You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens
If you are depressed, you are living in the past. If you are anxious, you are living in the future. If you are at peace, you are living in the present.
Charles Wright, Reunion, 1982
me recuerda a esa frase de Bukowski: “Lo que queda es lo que ves.”
capaz tenía razón,
capaz no me queda más que esto.
“The peril of our existence is that our diet consists entirely of souls.”