#the flowerweaver

lifeinpoetry:

“This is the way which a girl becomes a woman / this is the way which a woman becomes a wolf.”

—Erin Moran, from “940 Main Street,” published in APEP Publications

windsweptlassie:

buttoning or unbuttoning the cuffs of someone else’s shirt for them is such an intimate and sacred experience

cursedsuggestion:

you separate parts of your life based on trauma. you wait for a new disaster to mark your rebirth. you are forever tethered to ghosts of yourself.

gildedandgolden:

“I felt like a shell of myself. So much so that I now have a hard time remembering those dark days in much detail. My mind has blocked them out. But I do remember being convinced that I wasn’t going to live.”

—Emilia Clarke quoted in “A Battle For My Life,” first published c. March 2019 (via violentwavesofemotion)

iilmagnifico:

“i will always have nightmares of that day. no matter how much time has passed, i will always remember. the nightmares will never allow me to forget. i will never allow myself to forget.”

— (via nixreginam-blog)

cornfielddyke:

cottagecore moodboard

fruitie:

lifeinpoetry:

I sit with my grief. I mother it. I hold its small, hot hand. I don’t say, shhh. I don’t say, it is okay. I wait until it is done having feelings. Then we stand and we go wash the dishes.

—Callista Buchen, from “Taking Care,” published in Thrush