“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.”— Azar Nafisi (via quotemadness)
(via sunshine-cafe)
“It’s your flaws I want to taste. Your crooked mouth. The way you smell after being out all day. Your knees, so eager to bend to whatever song is playing in your head. Your chest, as it rises and falls and rises and falls on the carpeted ground. Your sometimes smooth chin. Your pimpled politeness. Your tangled hair. Your good morning, every morning. I don’t want to be able to run my fingers through you easily. It is no fun writing about perfections. I want to talk about you. Flawed. Crooked. Endlessly interesting. You.”— Lora Mathis, “Black Coffee”
“When I look at my life and its secret colors, I feel like bursting into tears. […] I think of the lips I’ve kissed, and of the wretched child I was, and of the madness of life and of the ambition that sometimes carries me away. I’m all those things at once. Extreme in misery, excessive in happiness.”— Albert Camus (via fyp-philosophy)
“how many poems must you write to convince yourself / you have a family? everyone leaves & you end up the stranger.”— Fatimah Asghar, from “Ghareeb,” If They Come for Us
I am an architect.
I permission everythinginto something new.
I build & build
& someone takes it away.— Fatimah Asghar, from “When the Orders Came,” If They Come for Us
