SteamingOwl

“both. i want to stay. i want to leave. i am three oceans away from my soul. – lost”
― Nayyirah Waheed, salt.

“Stars are not small or gentle.
They are writhing and dying and burning.
They are not here to be pretty.
I am trying to learn from them.”
― Caitlyn Siehl

“I mean, I hope you're happy,
But the sky is still the sky without you,
And I'm not surprised by that anymore.”
― Caitlyn Siehl

“Wild honey smells of freedom
The dust - of sunlight
The mouth of a young girl, like a violet
But gold - smells of nothing.

Mignonette smells of water
Love smells of apples
And now we know
Blood smells of blood.”
― Anna Akhmatova, Poem Without a Hero & Selected Poems