sometimes, we let
become breeding grounds
we do not see
all the beauty
trying to grow
— fertile, f.gabdon (via thegabdonwrites)
i am returning to kindness
a place where I am strong in my softness.
i will start by kissing all of my scars and washing then in rain
collecting dust from long journeys off
the way they carry weariness from crossing rivers that should have had bridges.
I will return to build crossing paths over waters that reminded me to be kind.
— reminders to be kind - Tapiwa Mugabe, tapiwamugabe.tumblr.com (via tapiwamugabe)
Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life, that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.
— Isabelle Eberhardt (via thatkindofwoman)