It’s not who you are that holds you back - it’s who you think you are not.
Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Memories are bullets.
Some whiz by and only spook you.
Others tear you open and leave you in pieces.
Richard Kadrey, Kill the Dead (via wordsnquotes)
Bring me your pain, love. Spread
it out like fine rugs, silk sashes,
warm eggs, cinnamon
and cloves in burlap sacks. Show me
the detail, the intricate embroidery
on the collar, tiny shell buttons,
the hem stitched the way you were taught,
pricking just a thread, almost invisible.
Unclasp it like jewels, the gold
still hot from your body. Empty
your basket of figs. Spill your wine.
That hard nugget of pain, I would suck it,
cradling it on my tongue like the slick
seed of a pomegranate. I would lift it
tenderly, as a great animal might
Ellen Bass, “Basket of Figs” (via iameatingpoetry)
carry a small one in the private
cave of the mouth.
I don’t give a fuck what people think because people don’t think
kanye (via ding-ang-bato)
(Source: defianse, via ding-ang-bato)
Great people do things before they’re ready. They do things before they know they can do them. Doing what you’re afraid of, getting out of your comfort zone, taking risks like that - that’s what life is.
Amy Poehler (via psych-facts)