She's mad but she's magic.

moonlitfairytale:

Natalie Wee, Least of all

mournfulroses:

Sara Teasdale, from The Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale; “Song,”

ivynightshade:

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am tired of making a religion out of my suffering’.

[text id: my bones whimper at the thought of what could have been. / what could have been if i was not born in a grave?]

soracities:

anditslove:

weltenwellen:

Mary Oliver, from “Hum Hum”, A Thousand Mornings

Andrea Gibson, Birthday

ALT

Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is”

sweatermuppet:

[sitting completely still in my own bed] this world is gutting me like a fish

pillboxprincess:

not asking for much just everything

dawnsfragrance:

alhamdulillah for forgetting and for memories fading over time. how many nights we would waste tossing and turning if we remembered everything that ever hurt us

moderndaymystic:

The purest form of love is consideration. When someone thinks about how things would make you feel. Pays attention to detail. Holds you in regard when making decisions that could affect you. In any bond, how much they care about you can be found in how much they consider you

soulmvtes:

january is one of those months where you experience every feeling on the human spectrum and you just have to go about your day like that isn’t happening

tinymoves:

if we make it through december and january and february and then march and april as well and may and june and july also and august and september. we’ll be fine

remanence-of-love:

transmalewife:

so many posts appreciating rose tyler for how down to earth, unapologetically working class she looks and they are all right but also it’s incredible how that continues as bad wolf. for a moment she’s the most powerful being in the show. and it would be so easy to make her strange and smooth and elflike but this is 2005 and so she’s crying. the strongest being in the universe is a teenage girl in sweatpants crying and sweating, hair frizzy, her voice breaking as she speaks. incomprehensibly powerful, larger than life and still so very human

feral-ballad:

Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “Cutting Odette’s Fingernails”