Wild Hearts

Talk nonsense, but talk your own nonsense, and I’ll kiss you for it.

—Fyodor Dostoevsky (via aurorefleurs)

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No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

(Dead Poets Society, 1989)

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Softness is not weakness.
It takes courage to stay delicate
in a world this cruel.

Beau Taplin || Shed your sharp edges. 
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I am not afraid of my truth anymore and I will not omit pieces of me to make you comfortable.

—Alex Elle  (via yasodhara)

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Here, the body exists
as burnt logs, as butane
leaked across the grass.
Ignite, the skin says
to the illegible sky.

—Justin Carter, “Self-Portrait with Bonfire,” published in Birdfeast (via bostonpoetryslam)

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You can wipe your feet on me, twist my motives around all you like, you can dump millstones on my head and drown me in the river, but you can’t get me out of the story. I’m the plot, babe, and don’t ever forget it.

Margaret Atwood, Good Bones  (via thatkindofwoman)

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