poco a poco

music. art. cumulous clouds. melody. sketchbooks. laughter. paris. sarcasm. literature. audrey hepburn. sincerity. sunflowers. coffee. band tees. ee cummings. croissants. the atlantic. lucubration. sandy beaches. kayaks. worn in jeans. lake docks. wind chimes. converse sneakers. ballet. gilmore girls. funky socks. heartfelt hugs. headphones. candles. banksy. accents. the stage. the perks of being a wallflower. grilled pizza. black and white films. rainbows. libraries. decorative pillows. photos. depth. urban dwellings. school house rock. flight. espresso royal. cobblestone. anthropologie. lyrics. evergreens. sunglasses. fuse. love letters. lilac trees. academic honors. swing sets. post-its. mesquite trees. polariod cameras. constellations. used bookstores. tears. sunlight. friendship. peace rallies. yoga. campfires. emotions. sunsets. snow angels. my mother. classrooms. toblerone bars. giverny. indie anything. dr seuss. bohemia. musicals. karma. disney movies. respect. tolerance.

and most of all, love.
always ask.

Sometimes you can’t let go of the past without facing it again.

Gail Tsukiyama, The Samurai’s Garden  (via thatkindofwoman)

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For women who are tied to the moon, love alone is not enough. We insist each day wrap it’s knuckles through our heart strings and pull. The lows. The joy. The poetry. We dance at the edge of a cliff, you have fallen off. So it goes. You will climb up again.

You rare girl, once again, you have a body that belongs to no lover, to no father, belongs to no one but you. Wear your sorrow like the lines on your palm. Like a shawl to keep you warm at night. Don’t mourn the love that is lost to you now. It is a book of poems whose meters worked their way into your pulse. Even if it has slipped from your hands, it will stay in your body.

You loved a man who treated you like absinthe, half poison and half god. He tried to sweeten you, to water you down. So you left. And now you have your heart all to yourself again. A heart like a stone cottage. Heart like a lover’s diary. Hope like an ocean.

Chiharu Shiota - A Room of Memory (2009)

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I found that every single successful person I’ve ever spoken to had a turning point and the turning point was where they made a clear, specific, unequivocal decision that they were not going to live like this anymore. Some people make that decision at 15 and some people make it at 50 and most never make it at all.

Brian Tracy

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I want you to know that it is not always easy to love me. That sometimes my chest is a field full of landmines, and where you went last night, you can’t go tomorrow. There is no manual, there is no road map, no help line you can call; my body does not come with instructions, and sometimes even I don’t know what to do with it. This cannot be easy. But still, you touch me anyway.

Ivan E. Coyote 

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