A chrysalis state of transformation

They are places between things, places where one thing becomes another, places where identities shift and where an end becomes a beginning...

misswallflower:

"Home wasn’t a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.” - Sarah Dessen 

misswallflower:

"Home wasn’t a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.”Sarah Dessen 

(via justmadforasentence)

humansofnewyork:

"Nobody wanted to come with me, so I came alone."

humansofnewyork:

"Nobody wanted to come with me, so I came alone."

On the Necessity of Sadness

Let me tell you about longing.
Let me presume that I have something
new to say about it, that this room,
naked, its walls pining for clocks,
has something new to say
about absence. Somewhere
the crunch of an apple, fading
sunflowers on a quilt, a window
looking out to a landscape
with a single tree. And you
sitting under it. Let go,
said you to me in a dream,
but by the time the wind
carried your voice to me,
I was already walking through
the yawning door, towards
the small, necessary sadnesses
of waking. I wish
I could hold you now,
but that is a line that has
no place in a poem, like the swollen
sheen of the moon tonight,
or the word absence, or you,
or longing. Let me tell you about
longing. In a distant country
two lovers are on a bench, and pigeons,
unafraid, are perching beside them.
She places a hand on his knee
and says, say to me
the truest thing you can.
I am closing my eyes now.
You are far away.

Mikael de Lara Co

"I need you to move on," she says. And took 10 days on mute. Was it like the rip of a band-aid? A sharp pinch followed by a tingle of recirculation? I’ve counted 63 so far. These days pass like seconds do for the woman in labor,as pain fogs any hopeful future without. If it could cloud the night skyAnd stars we chose togetherThe ones that would unite us in our distant coastal cities, perhapsI could take a step home without taking one towards you.I admire your strength. Words on paper, steady with grace. But you are still as necessary as the air I breathe. So I keep countingthe days that hold only echoes of your voiceAnd chew the insecurity that has me torn asunder, like the one that swept you away from me. The fear of the deafening vastness of the spaces you will not inhabitSo silent that my heartbeat, a rush of blood in my earsdrums out a 6 word love poem:

I’m afraid I’m easy to forget.

"I need you to move on," she says. And took 10 days on mute.
Was it like the rip of a band-aid?
A sharp pinch followed by a tingle of recirculation?

I’ve counted 63 so far. These days pass like seconds do for the woman in labor,
as pain fogs any hopeful future without.
If it could cloud the night sky
And stars we chose together
The ones that would unite us in our distant coastal cities,
perhaps
I could take a step home without taking one towards you.

I admire your strength. Words on paper, steady with grace.
But you are still as necessary as the air I breathe.
So I keep counting
the days that hold only echoes of your voice
And chew the insecurity that has me torn asunder, like the one that swept you away
from me.

The fear of the deafening vastness of the spaces you will not inhabit
So silent that my heartbeat, a rush of blood in my ears
drums out a 6 word love poem:


I’m afraid I’m easy to forget.

humansofnewyork:

"I had an intense mushroom trip one time where I realized that I was trying to be a lot of things that I didn’t want to be. I realized that I liked the idea of my life more than my life. So I dumped my boyfriend, dropped out of school, and went to work on organic farms."

So I’m not the only one…

humansofnewyork:

"I had an intense mushroom trip one time where I realized that I was trying to be a lot of things that I didn’t want to be. I realized that I liked the idea of my life more than my life. So I dumped my boyfriend, dropped out of school, and went to work on organic farms."

So I’m not the only one…

Postcards
I’m thinking about you. What else can I say?The palm trees on the reverseare a delusion; so is the pink sand.What we have are the usualfractured coke bottles and the smellof backed-up drains, too sweet,like a mango on the vergeof rot, which we have also.The air clear sweat, mosquitoes& their tracks; birds & elusive.Time comes in waves here, a sickness, oneday after the other rolling on;I move up, it’s calledawake, then down into the uneasynights but neverforward. The roosters crowfor hours before dawn, and a proddedchild howls & howlson the pocked road to school.In the hold with the baggagethere are two prisoners,their heads shaved by bayonets, & ten cratesof queasy chicks. Each springthere’s race of cripples, from the storeto the church. This is the sort of junkI carry with me; and a clippingabout democracy from the local paper.Outside the windowthey’re building the damn hotel,nail by nail, someone’scrumbling dream. A universe that includes youcan’t be all bad, butdoes it? At this distanceyou’re a mirage, a glossy imagefixed in the postureof the last time I saw you.Turn you over, there’s the placefor the address. Wish you werehere. Love comesin waves like the ocean, a sickness which goes on& on, a hollow cavein the head, filling & pounding, a kicked ear.

- Margaret Atwood

“Learning to let go should be learned before learning to get. Life should be touched, not strangled. You’ve got to relax, let it happen at times, and at others move forward with it.”

—   

Ray Bradbury (via justmadforasentence)

If only I’d learned this sooner…

(Source: mindofataurus, via justmadforasentence)

“You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.”

—   Rumi (via justmadforasentence)

(Source: yogachocolatelove, via justmadforasentence)

“It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.”—     Sylvia Plath

“It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.”
—     Sylvia Plath

UN Report Says Small-Scale Organic Farming Only Way to Feed the World

My hitchhiking adventure from SF back to Rochester, NY

My hitchhiking adventure to SF, mapped out

“Women reading romances are being encouraged to accept the idea that violence heightens and intensifies sexual pleasure. They are also encouraged to believe that violence is a sign of masculinity and a gesture of male care, that the degree to which a man becomes violently angry corresponds to the intensity of his affection and care. Therefore, women readers learn that passive acceptance of violence is essential if they are to receive the rewards of love and care. This is often the case in women’s lives. They may accept violence in intimate relationships, whether heterosexual or lesbian, because they do not wish to give up that care. They see enduring abuse as the price they pay. They know they can live without abuse ; they do not think they can live without care.”

—   

bell hooks, Feminist Theory, From Margin To Center

(via sexgenderbody)

(Source: mamie-caro, via sophiawallace)

erin-c-carr asked: I really admire you. I want to hitchhike so badly, do you have any tips for a first timer? What are the most important items I should have on me? Help a fellow lady become a confident hiker. (P.s. I have a dog)

Thank you hun!

I’m currently writing a guide on hitchhiking for solo women, I’ll be posting it on my tumblr and likely on adventuresauce.com when finished. I’ll let you know when It’s finalized if you like!