under the mango tree.

A sudden realization just came crashing down into my mind and it has made me incredibly sad and doubtful of the near future.

What a beautiful evening.

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,

And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,

And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.

So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

—Jorge Luis Borges, You Learn (via thejunglefish)

I love this

(Source: hellanne, via thejunglefish)

Poetry is a sort of inspired mathematics, which gives us equations, not for abstract figures, triangles, squares, and the like, but for the human emotions. If one has a mind which inclines to magic rather than science, one will prefer to speak of these equations as spells or incantations; it sounds more arcane, mysterious, recondite.

—Ezra Pound, The Spirit of Romance (via wordsnquotes)

knightscrest:

man, it just would never work. she’s the most popular girl in school and i’m….i’m…..i’m just doug dimmadome, owner of the dimmsdale dimmadome

(via allidoiswhine)

I celebrate myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

—Walt Whitman, “Song of Myself” (via wordsnquotes)

The world is in shambles and the women and men who have power to change the course of events cannot do a thing because the whole system is outdated.