O I forbid you, maidens all,
That wear gold on your hair,
To come or go by Carterhaugh,
For young Tam Lin is there.
Tag: Poetry
It is so hard to live half monster, to hurt everything you love by trying to protect it wrong.
why is it always the woman who has to see past the beast in the man? why does she always have to clean his wounds, even after he has damaged her beyond repair? why is it always the man who is worthy of forgiveness for being a monster?
I want to see the beast in the beauty.
the half smile, half snarl. the unapologetic anger. I would like to see the man forgive the monster. to see her, blood and all, and love her anyway.
beauty and the beast | Caitlyn S. (via yasodhara)
my therapist says make friends with your monsters, josé olivarez
[Marquee reads:
My therapist says I can’tMake the monsters disappear
Not matter how much I pay her.
All she can do is bring them
Into the room, so I can get
To know them, so I can learn
Their names, so I can see clearly
Their toothless mouths,
Their empty hands,
Their pleading eyes.
– Jose Olivarez]
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