“we saw the edges of all there is — so brutal and alive it seemed to comprehend us back” Tracy K. Smith, My God It’s Full of Stars (via: skinthepoet)
Messier 78: a reflection nebula in Orion js
The Darkest Truth About Love from Hannah Jacobs
Choose yourself. You deserve you.
It is cold in this thing we call a body. / Who will tend to the fire with so few hands to go around?
Alison C. Rollins, from “Skinning Ghosts Alive,” published in Tupelo Quarterly (via lifeinpoetry)
What i’m learning is that growth is ugly. It’s not bubble baths and self-help books that teach you how to love yourself. It’s fighting, kicking and screaming against the self-doubt that weighs you down. It’s panicking at the possibility of failure while still moving forward anyway. It’s slowly peeling out of your skin and feeling the tenderness of a touch without armor. The process of growth is ugly, but it’s the product that makes it worthwhile.
a.m. // what i’m learning (via writingitdown)