S. Jones's Blog, page 67

"Oh, you’re in my blood like holy wineYou taste so bitter and so sweetOh, I could drink a case of..."

“Oh, you’re in my blood like holy wine

You taste so bitter and so sweet

Oh, I could drink a case of you, darling

And I would still be on my feet.”

- Joni Mitchell | A Case of You  (via blackrebeldivineroyalsoul)

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"I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others..."

“I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness.”

- Anaïs Nin (via settoverse)

Artwork by Clementine Hunter of Melrose Plantation — I...

Artwork by Clementine Hunter of Melrose Plantation — I remember visiting this place and being mesmerized by her work at the age of 9. 

My boo…He likes the same things I doBut only from thousands of miles away

My boo…

He likes the same things I do

But only from thousands of miles away

In the heightOf my most vengeant stormI rise-s.jones

In the height

Of my most vengeant storm

I rise

-s.jones

awakeningapril:charmgraceandpoise:Definitely needed to see...

awakeningapril:

charmgraceandpoise:

Definitely needed to see this 

Me too.

"I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched."

“I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.”

- Edgar Allan Poe (via killergrape)

"The man who loves me will recognise my face in the midst of a battle, and with knee bent to the..."

“The man who loves me will recognise my face in the midst of a battle, and with knee bent to the earth, he will love me as the two of us fire together at the enemy.””

- Gioconda Belli  (via blackrebeldivineroyalsoul)

"After a while you learn the subtle differenceBetween holding a hand and chaining a soul,And you..."

“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.

And you learn that you really can endure…

That you really are strong

And you really do have worth…

And you learn and learn…

With every good-bye you learn.”

- Jorge Luis Borges “You Learn” (via nerdlikejazzy)