|—||Nelson Mandela 1918-2013 (via womenorgnow)|
Anonymous human. I wish I knew who you were so I could say thank you to your brilliant brain. My body is all gratitude this early morning.
Y’all are just the best.
Maybe in a past life we were
river otters, maybe we were
the river, or the rocks beneath.
I cannot be sure, but I do know
this is not the first lifetime I have loved you.
This cannot be the first life my heart
knows its beat best when mirrored
The funny thing about the tide, anonymous human, is that it is always returning. The water is always new. The boat will come back. Do you have people that love you? I have this aching feeling that you do. I have a feeling that you have some very beautiful humans that love you.
Think of yourself a year from today. You’re listening to your favorite song and there’s coffee in your cup. There is a human sitting across the table from you, and they love you today and they love you then. I bet the people that love you hard are still there, and I bet they dont even complain about the calluses on their hands from holding on to you so tight.
|—||David Wong (via renegadetongue)|
You are so kind.
New broadsides coming soon! They’ll be available at all of our Fringe shows this week!
A man that you met the month your heart was snapped in half walks in.
And then you remember how fragile you were, how you were so cracked open you made a fool of yourself in his bedroom.
How you were a baby doe learning how to walk again. How you kept saying “love me love me love me” in a whisper to his ear. How he heard “I’m open I’m broken hurry up and fill these holes.”
You will be 6 months removed from a night in his sheets.
You will simply look down at your book and say a thank you prayer to the god of your whole-again heart.
|—||Desireé Dallagiacomo, Poet Extraordinaire (via earthgazing)|
Sasha Banks - “Turn” (TGS 2013)
"My father was a small thing once, and maybe knowing this is like seeing fresh-born wolves and knowing they will all have fangs."
Performing at the 2013 Texas Grand Slam.
FINALLY SHE’S MADE IT TO THE YOUTUBES. HALLELUJAH.
That poem was written for all of the magnificent humans that loved me when I was too sad to love them back.
It’s hard out here for humans with heart. That poem is for anyone that needs a little extra love. For anyone that’s got some healin’ to do.
And don’t we all.