That these sweet magnolias
Cannot smell themselves.
Richard Wright, from Haiku: This Other World (Arcade Publishing, 1998)`
Sometimes you have people, people so lovely and kind, in your life who cannot see their own beauty whether it’s their inner beauty or their outer beauty that they constantly deny. You want to put your eyeballs in their head so they can finally look in the mirror and see what you do. It’s like someone punched a hole in your chest and this chasm has opened up when you realize their self-worth has all but vanished and you know how valuable they truly are. But you have to always remind them that they are treasures so maybe one day they won’t even need your eyeballs. Maybe theirs will finally work just fine.
(Source: the-unfeminine-female, via sassysucculent)
You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.
- Frida Kahlo (via girl-violence
(Source: theunquotables, via girl-violence)
There are always flowers for those who want to see them.
- Henri Matisse (via formeandmine