“Every Warrior of the Light has, at some time in the past, lied or betrayed someone.
Every Warrior of the Light has trodden a path that was not his.
Every Warrior of the Light has suffered for the most trivial of reasons. Every Warrior of the Light has, at least once, believed he was not a Warrior of the Light.
Every Warrior of the Light has failed in his spiritual duties.
Every Warrior of the Light has said ‘yes’ when he wanted to say ‘no.’
Every Warrior of the Light has hurt someone he loved.
That is why he is a Warrior of the Light, because he has been through all this and yet has never lost hope of being better than he is.”—Paulo Coelho
“It is better to be alone, she figures, than to be with someone who can’t see who you are. It is better to lead than to follow. It is better to speak up than stay silent. It is better to open doors than to shut them on people.”—
“Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn.”—Sylvia Plath (via intelligentbitches)
i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh … And eyes big love-crumbs,
“There will be a moment during this time that is something but not enough, these few stolen days, and it will surprise us both, when we are sitting, talking, trying to make the most of every second and minute before we steal back to our lives. You will lift your shirt over your head and you will be naked underneath. My cheeks will warm and I will look away until you gently take hold of my chin, until you tell me to look, to see, to watch. You will open your chest, and show me your heart and I will see the hollow empty spaces and I will fill them with breath. I will sew the slices with my hair. You will remove one of your ribs, slick with blood but bright white beneath. I will open my chest and show you my heart, how it is swollen and sore, beating slower than it should when we are apart. You’ll trace each ventricle and my heart will pulse faster, faster, faster. I’ll remove one of my ribs, also slick, curved and we’ll trade, holding our breath as we slide into each other’s bodies. We will sigh when our ribs fall into place with a satisfying click. Too soon, we will steal back to our lives. We will fall back into our proper places. We will be happy. We will wait until we can steal away again and when we talk, we will always ask, “Do you have a place for me?” and wait, nervously, hopefully, for the answer.”—Do You Have a Place For Me, Roxane Gay (via nouvelliste)