Smiley McCrankerson

you who never arrived in my arms, beloved, who were lost from the start i don’t even know what songs would please you. i have given up trying to recognize you in the surging wave of the next moment. all the immense images in me–the far-off, deeply-felt landscape, cities, towers, and bridges, and un-suspected turns in the path, you, beloved, who are all the gardens i have ever gazed at, longing. an open window in a country house, and you almost stepped out, pensive, to meet me. streets that i chanced upon, you had just walked down them and vanished. and sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors were still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back my too-sudden image. who knows perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us yesterday, separate, in the evening

rainer maria rilke   (via scribble-scribbles)

I am a feminist, and what that means to me is much the same as the meaning of the fact that I am Black: it means that I must undertake to love myself and to respect myself as though my very life depends upon self-love and self-respect.

June Jordan Quotes (via sexismandthecity)

With only a sigh
I hear every single thing
you won’t say to me.

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)