#kin

Imagination doesn't always make you long for what you cannot have, but rather thrive in what you do not have. ↗

— Criss Jami

#brain #cognition #content #contentment #creativity

This is the body's nurse; but since man's wit Found the art of cookery, to delight his sense, More bodies are consumed and kill'd with it Than with the sword, famine, or pestilence. ↗

— John Davies of Hereford

#eating #famine #food #meat-is-murder #pestilence

A dreadful thing one day befell me when a horse came to stand on my toe.  Having no power to remove him, I found that I could not go. An awful thing sometime later befell me when the horse was removed from my toe.  Alone and with naught to secure me, I found I was forced to go. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#mindset #perspective #richelle #richelle-goodrich #viewpoint

First, it’s okay to be sad. It’s okay to feel things. Remember that. Second, be a kid for as long as you can. Play games, Travis. Be silly”—her eyes glossed over—“and you and your brothers take care of each other, and your father. Even when you grow up and move away, it’s important to come home. Okay?” My head bobbed up and down, desperate to please her. “One of these days you’re going to fall in love, son. Don’t settle for just anyone. Choose the girl that doesn’t come easy, the one you have to fight for, and then never stop fighting. Never”—she took a deep breath—“stop fighting for what you want. And never”—her eyebrows pulled in—“forget that Mommy loves you. Even if you can’t see me.” A tear fell down her cheek. “I will always, always love you. ↗

— Jamie McGuire

#travis-maddox #walking-disaster #beauty

Better not to give in to it. It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart. ↗

— Finnick Odair Mockingjay

#inspirational #mockingjay #inspirational

I've had so many bikini waxes, I cry every time I see a Popsicle stick. ↗

— Libba Bray

#bikini-wax #funny #girl #girls #girly

Seth laughed when he saw me. “Hey,” I said, poking him with my foot, “be nice.” “I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen you look anything less than…” He paused, playing with word choice. “Well-planned.” “Why, you silver-tongued romantic devil. That is the look I usually go for. Other women go for sexy or chic or beautiful. But me? Well-planned all the way.” “You know what I mean. Besides, unplanned isn’t a bad look for you. Not bad at all.” His voice sounded deliciously low and dangerous, and something ignited between us as we held each other’s eyes. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#richelle-mead #succubus-on-top #beauty

We may feel bitterly how little our poems can do in the face of seemingly out of control technological power and seemingly limitless corporate greed, yet it has always been true that poetry can break isolation, show us to ourselves when we are outlawed or made invisible, remind us of beauty where no beauty seems possible, remind us kinship where all is represented as separation." (Defy the Space That Separates, The Nation, October 7, 1996) ↗

— Adrienne Rich

#kinship #poetry #power-of-words #beauty

Mostly I have felt myself becoming a servant of sadness. I am still looking for the beauty in that. ↗

— Maggie Nelson

#loneliness #sadness #thought-provoking #beauty

I love her bare legs from a distance. When she's standing by a pool. When she's facing the water, thinking. Her legs are white as watermelon rind, veined blue from cold. There's that 'H' shape behind her knees. The H trembles softly with the swimming-water cold. ↗

— Jaclyn Moriarty

#knees #skin #beauty