When it's time to come home, you'll know.


if you cannot put your heart in it, take yourself out of it.

avacancy:

Half of me is asleep when you say you know the whereabouts of seven southern constellations. Eight, I almost say while thinking of those three small brown stars on your left forearm. May feels like a dream I’ve spent making husbands out of refrigerated snow. I call my mother to tell her I am still her child budding in refracted light. I touch her elbow through the phone, tell her the sharpest parts of her are my favorite ones to love. My list of things to forget about forgot to include your head thrown back like you were talking to God or trying to locate the moon. When I am lonely I Google things that are grey, I measure the circumference of an evaporating puddle of room temperature sunlight, I photograph my skin like it belongs to a stranger. In my journal I write that my hands are slowly running out of reasons not to explore the nape of your neck. My throat doesn’t know the difference between your name and a well salted risk. Letter by letter, I swallow it anyways. Watch me bite myself when you’re behind me. Tonight my chest is shedding rust and frayed ribbons. Tonight I am teaching myself how to fish this collapsing sky.

(via awriterandnothingelse)

It’s weird to feel someone’s attention on you that way, like you’re the only thing in the world they’re listening to. Most of the time people are distracted, or just thinking about what they’re going to say next.

—Lilith Saintcrow, Jealousy (via creatingaquietmind)

(Source: simply-quotes, via creatingaquietmind)

Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is happening. We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed. It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or a person who explained to us, that we in fact in the process of change, of actually becoming larger, spiritually, than we were before. Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it seeks to break out of its shell on its way to becoming a plant. Often the feeling is anything but pleasant. But what is most unpleasant is the not knowing what is happening[…]Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed.

—Alice Walker (via romanceplanet)

(Source: caitsmeissner, via imustrememberthis)