“Who taught you to write in blood on my back? Who taught you to use your hands as branding irons? You have scored your name into my shoulders, referenced me with your mark. The pads of your fingers have become printing blocks, you tap a message on to my skin, tap meaning into my body. Your morse code interferes with my heart beat. I had a steady heart before I met you, I relied upon it, it had seen active service and grown strong. Now you alter its pace with your own rhythm, you play upon me, drumming me taut.”—Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body (via helplesslyamazed)
“We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.”— Carson McCullers (via realconsistent)
“If you’re dating a writer and they don’t write about you, whether it’s good or bad, then they don’t love you. They just don’t. Writers fall in love with the people we find inspiring.”—Truuue (via ill-uminatedchaos)
Pray for the families of the six shot dead at the Sikh temple in Wisconsin
I’m still trying to understand how people become so illogically angry, so hateful, and how they can destroy so much in a couple of seconds. There definitely needs to be more happiness and acceptance in this world and I’m trying to have hope that we can affect that.
“The truth is we all get tired, we all get weary. In fact, if you never feel like giving up, then your dreams are too small. If you never feel like quitting, then you need to set some larger goals. When that pressure comes to get discouraged and to think about how you can’t take it anymore, that is completely normal. Every person feels that way at times.”—Joel Osteen (via ahorton92)