And sometimes we look to the end of the tale that
there should be marriage-feasts, and find only, as it
were, black marigolds and a silence.

Azeddin el Mocadecci

other-wordly:

pronunciation | fa-naa
submitted by | ree_vol@gmail.com
submit words | here
Urdu script | فناء
note | Though Arabic and Urdu are very different languages, the word exists in both.

Koi No Yokan (Japanese): The sense upon first meeting a person that the two of you are going to fall into love.

Relationship Words That Aren’t Translatable Into English (via synchronicdialogue)

pulpofiction:

Neil Armstrong ad-libbed some of the most iconic words anybody has ever said.
Astronauts are amazing.

Reblogging myself. Because Moon Landing Day. 

everyone wants love to follow them down their road

but where is it that love wants to go?

- judy grahn

every once in awhile, Vickie likes to tell this story: 

powerpussysays:

When I was 14 or 15, and at the tail-end of a failed 10 year struggle to Pray the Gay Away, I decided I couldn’t take it anymore. The last attempt to catapult my hormones in the other direction was to actually say aloud that phrase I’d for so long kept at bay. The next time the subject came up, I promised, I was going to Come Out.

And then my oldest sister, Olivia, visited from college. She picked me up from school, and on the way home she went on and on about how great college is, and how much I had to look forward to.

“People question EVERYTHING in college,” she said, “Their politics, their religion…even their sexuality.”

There was a pause, and I half-expected the clouds to open up and James Earl Jones to tell me, “Look inside yourself, Simba. You are more than what you have become. You must take your place in the Circle of Life. “

“Oh,” was all that came out, though, “Well. Um. I don’t think I’m questioning…anymore.”

“Really? Well…what’s the answer then?”

I hesitated.

*Is it too late to say, “Moderate, I’m definitely a moderate”?* I wondered.

Instead, I remembered how long I’d waited for that moment, and of how tired I was, and of how much pain I’d been in.

Each thought lifted that giant wad of guilt and shame, all bundled up into two little words, up through my chest, all the way to the tip of my tongue.

“I’m — I’m gay.”

“Oh,” she said, softly, “How long have you known?”

“Always.”

There was a long silence. 

I figured, *This is it. If even the most liberal person in our whole family doesn’t accept me, this is it.*

But when we pulled up to a red light, she went on.

“Vickie, you know there’s nothing wrong with that, right?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t answer. I felt my heart pumping in my throat, where those words left a gaping void.

“You know that, right?” she asked again, “No matter what mommy or daddy or anyone else has ever said, there is nothing wrong with that. There is nothing wrong with you.”

Still, I couldn’t will anything else past those pumps.

And she said it again. And again. And again. Until those memories of the past 10 years seemed small, and for the first time in my life I felt safe and whole.

Finally, I replied, “I know.”

“Okay,” and she finally heeded the honks behind us and got the car moving again, “So…when we get home…wanna watch Mean Girls?”

i feel completely overwhelmed by this story

on poetry 

I feel like posting some of my own. lol this is from senior year of high school… i had a crush on some dude whose bones i’d still jump in a heartbeat

I don’t believe in unrequited love.

The day tells me this, as nighttime falls
And as I begin to believe other things;

I see the darkening sky above,
Still bright against the dulled beige walls
I wait to see what inspiration brings

To my archive of fantasy.
It never disappoints.

I want to dip my fingers in street-light haze
And write his name across the sky
In glowing letters, shimmering yellow-white;

I’ll add whirling loops that stretch across days,
Searching, growing, and swooping on high
They end with him; there ends their flight.

They are like vines;
cracking, breaking stone.

The streets - cars slide through
Like little glass beads
On a long and dark thin thread;

My thoughts turn to you;
And they nurture the weeds
Of slow hoping in my head.

I don’t believe in unrequited love.
I believe in waiting. In patience.

And so I wait.

WAIT AM I ACTUALLY POSTING THIS

happy valentine’s day! 

abetterplaceabettertime:

Don’t be with someone who isn’t comfortable with the you that you’re comfortable with.

sound advice from The Ex.

remember when she thought he was dead and it was tragic?

I LOVE TRAGIC ROMANCES