The sunset will always
be my first love.
Burning with passion
as it’s fire dips the sky

But I look forward
to the sunrise,
so welcoming
ever present
as if I am alone to watch
It’s beauty…

What I’m trying to say
is that I want our love to
glow brighter than
any twilight

And I want to see nothing
but your face
the next day

Mandeq Ahmed, sunlight (via aestheticintrovert)
I am reborn
with every
promise you
make an effort
to honor.

Noor Shirazie (via aestheticintrovert)
There is an ADAM in EVEry mADAMe
John Banzai
I’m New here and I forget
Gil Scott-Heron
In a way, her strangeness, her naiveté, her craving for the other half of her equation was the consequence of an idle imagination. Had she paints, or clay, or knew the discipline of the dance, or strings, had she anything to engage her tremendous curiosity and her gift for metaphor, she might have exchanged the restlessness and preoccupation with whim for an activity that provided her with all she yearned for. And like an artist with no art form, she became dangerous.
Toni Morrison
Je retrouve la mémoire des souvenirs les plus lointains, comme un refrain qui se répète et que l’on comprend de moins en moins…
Souleymane Diamanka
someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. they can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. and whatever their reasons you must leave. because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. you never ever have to convince someone to do the work to be ready. there is more extraordinary love, more love that you have never seen, out here in this wide and wild universe. and there is the love that will be ready.
Nayyirah Waheed
you smell like love.
Nayyirah Waheed