Warsan Shire

When looking for the origin of a certain quotation (to be used in a picture very soon), I discovered Warsan Shire - a young, modern day poet. I urge you to read her works, they epitomise feelings that we can all identify with but by combining words in unusual twisting ways. I adore the below.


“every mouth you’ve ever kissed
was just practice
all the bodies you’ve ever undressed
and ploughed in to
were preparing you for me.
i don’t mind tasting them in the
memory of your mouth
they were a long hall way
a door half open
a single suit case still on the conveyor belt
was it a long journey?
did it take you long to find me?
you’re here now,
welcome home.”
― Warsan Shire

The truth is, I have always been a fool.

Harropography's gone all soppy this evening..  Woops.  Let's blame this Thought Catalog (sic) article...

In particular, the following lines are calling to me:

"The truth about love is that it is so bound up with regret that it seems impossible to separate the two. You regret the words you said, which you didn’t realise would come out so badly. You regret how vulnerable you let yourself be, how you cracked open your chest to reveal your still-beating heart. You regret all the chances you gave, the forgiveness you bled so freely. ... You regret the beginning, because it could only ever lead to this. You regret the ending, because of everything you’ll never get back. You try so hard not to regret everything in between, but you do."

Inspiring (creatively) stuff.

Riffing on my Gif-ing

Playing with motion.  OOOOH lovely.  More to come, I think, especially the bottom one which magically mythically looks like it's spinning in both directions at the same time...

"Make up your mind, leave the boy behind" and nairy a truer word were said.  Thanks matthew hidden.