Impressionistic

Do I dare disturb the universe?
For I have known them all already, known them all -
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it’s these things I’d believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything.
F. Scott Fitzgerald  (via coello)

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homedesigning:

Villa in Mykonos - We’d like to be transported there right now. 

The really important kind of freedom involves attention, and awareness, and discipline, and effort, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them, over and over, in myriad petty little unsexy ways, every day.
DFW (via joberholtzer)

aseaofquotes:

Anthony De Sa, Barnacle Love

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We’re fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction.
Plutarch Heavensbee, Mockingjay (via captainchristoph)

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sierrademulder:

 1

My earliest memories of my mother
are sunburned. Pink cheeks.
Braids. Dirt under fingernails.

2

Before me, she was already self-conscious
about her stomach. Then I was made and I was too stubborn
to turn upside down inside her and they had to
cut her open and pull me out.



I learned how to put on lipstick
by watching her get ready for work
in the morning. 

I learned how to criticize myself
by watching her cluck at the mirror,
swatting her hair down like a bad dog.

4

I am sorry for the white worm
I left across your middle.

5

She believes my sisters and I chose her 
to be our mother. Handpicked her 
from a basket of others.

This one. This one will teach us the most.

6

Learn to cherish this vessel,
the tired music of the body.

Let the skin be witness. 
To grow. To grow.

7

I am standing in front of a mirror.
I am insulting myself out of habit 
and suddenly my mother stops me, 
“don’t say that, Sierra. If you think you are ugly, 
you are creating that ugliness inside you.”

8

I am thankful for the bed in your belly.
I was a weary traveler. 

9

My mother has a birthmark 
the size of a grapefruit on her hip. 
It is red and exploding.

I can only imagine 
when she undressed for my father 
the first time, it was like
watching the sun come up.


- Sierra DeMulder

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Walked out feeling like the Narrator.