I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.

—Frida Kahlo (via theonlymagicleftisart)

devotio-n:

Let me down slow

Just help me go slow

I’ve been hurrying on

(Source: youtube.com)

2originalcents:

My First Period - Spoken Word of Staceyann Chin

 

When we are going toward someone we say
you are just like me
your thoughts are my brothers
word matches word
how easy to be together.

When we are leaving someone we say
how strange you are
we cannot communicate
we can never agree
how hard, hard and weary to be together.

We are not different nor alike
but each strange in his leather body
sealed in skin and reaching out clumsy hands
and loving is an act
that cannot outlive
the open hand
the open eye
the door in the chest standing open.

—Marge Piercy, “Simple Song” (via Inward Bound Poetry)

(Source: awritersruminations)

Why does my life so often
feel like a slither of entrails
pouring from a would in my belly?
With both my hands I grasp
my wet guts, trying to force
them back in.                      
Why does my life
so often feel like a wild
black lake under the midnight
thunder where I am drowning,waves crashing over my face
as I try to breathe.

—Marge Piercy (via dustbinflower)

zachpape:

Its an ugly deal, but it’s an ugly life