Couvertures de sérénité
"I remember
how seeing the shape of your mouth
that first time, I kept staring
until my blood turned to rain.

Some things take root
in the brain and just don’t
let go."

Tim Seibles, “Slow Dance”  


"remember when we used to see those birds resting peacefully on the branches of the really big trees and how we would scream as loud as we can on the count of three just so we can watch them fly away together all at once"

"remember when we used to see those birds resting peacefully on the branches of the really big trees and how we would scream as loud as we can on the count of three just so we can watch them fly away together all at once"

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"… and I want to tell you something,
come close I want to whisper it, to pour
the words burning into you, the same words for each one of you,
listen, it’s simple, I’m saying it now, while I’m still sober,
while I’m not about to weep bitterly into my own glass,
while you’re still here — don’t go yet, stay, stay,
give me your shoulder to lean against, steady me, don’t let me drop,
I’m so in love with you I can’t stand up."

Kim Addonizio, “Glass”

"This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane."

 Clementine von Radics, “Mouthful of Forevers”

"What was it like to lose him?
It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me—said all at once."

Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure

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"I am writing a book on how to write a book so I can learn how to properly explain why you look better with the lights on. I listen to a song but it doesn’t mention your name so I stop listening to the song. […] Fact: I want to kiss your nose even when I’m not inside you."

Gregory Sherl, “Please Move to Vermont and Break My Heart”

(Source: petrichour)

"What if love is no more than
a tangle of muscles
aching to be untied
by knowing fingers?"

Kapka Kassabova, “And They Were Both Right”

"If you ask me what I came to do in this world,
I, an artist, will answer you: I am here to
live out loud."

Émile Zola

(Source: thewriterscaravan, via fables-of-the-reconstruction)


Place de la Concorde on a rainy day
Paris 1928
André Kertèsz

Place de la Concorde on a rainy day

Paris 1928

André Kertèsz

(Source: mimbeau, via villettess)

"Tonight
since I’d forgotten for a moment where you are,
I search for you with hope in my bones."

Hester Knibbe, “Search” (trans. Jacquelyn Pope)

"You unzip my dress, a curve from the side of my left breast to the top of my hip. My body is a column of butterflies. One by one, roused by the light and cool air, they wake from sleep. One by one they open their wings, responding to some deep internal pressure, the instinct to be free. They scatter in all directions; I learn what it means to be in many places at once."

Shivani Mehta, The Butterflies