One hell of a book.💛
Rupi Kaur's Milk and honey is something that will speak to every one,to the core.
Reality is shown in this book so perfectly.Relationships do have large impact on society's health,specifically mental health which eventually impacts everything.
So,start with yourself and then radiate.Rise in love with your solitude.
Do whatever gives you happiness and keeps you so alive that you look forward to them,writing has become that for me now.
Be your own savior ,invest in yourself and be good to yourself and everyone.
For if you are so full only then can you give,also you can learn the art to feel anything and still do whatever needs to be done rightly.
Only if people could be good to each other, it will become one heck of an experience to live and enjoy.
Excerpts that hit me hard the first time i read the book-
-to be soft is to be powerful.
-if
he can't help but
degrade other women
when they're not looking
if toxicity is central
to his language
he could hold you
in his lap and be soft
honey
that man could feed you sugar and
douse you in rose water
but that still could not
make him sweet
-the way they
leave
tells you
everything
-you treat them like they
have a heart like yours
but not everyone can be as
soft and as tender
you don't see the
person they are
you see the person
they have the potential to be
you give and give till
they pull everything out of you
and leave you empty
-if i knew what
safety looked like
i would have spent
less time falling into
arms that were not
-sex takes the consent of two
if one person is lying there not doing anything
cause they are not ready
or not in the mood
or simply don't want to
yet the other is having sex
with their body it's not love
it is rape
-trying to convince myself
i am allowed
to take up the space
is like writing with
my left hand
when i was born
to use my right
-i need someone
who knows struggle
as well as i do
someone
willing to hold my feet in their lap
on days it is too difficult to stand
the type of person who gives
exactly what i need
before i even know i need it
the type of lover who hears me
even when i do not speak
is the type of understanding
i demand
-don't mistake
salt for sugar
if he wants to
be with you
he will
it's that simple
-the abused
and abuser
i have been both
-he only whispers i love you
as he slips his hands
down the waistband
of your pants
this is where you must
understand the difference
between want and need
you may want that boy
but you certainly
don't need him
-that's the
thing about love
it marinates your lips
till the only word your
mouth remembers
is his name
-i didn't leave because
i stopped loving you
i left because the longer
i stayed the less
i loved myself
-you mustn't have to
make them want you
they must want you themselves
-the one who arrives after you
will remind me love is
supposed to be soft
he will taste
like the poetry
i wish i could write
-i am a museum full of art
but you had your eyes shut
-you must have known
you were wrong
when your fingers
were dipped inside me
searching for honey that
would not come for you
-when you are broken
and he has left you
do not question
whether you were
enough
the problem was
you were so enough
he was not able to carry it
-i had to leave
i was tired of
allowing you to
make me feel
anything less
than whole
-i don't know what living a balanced life feels like
when i am sad
i don't cry i pour
when i am happy
i don't smile i glow
when i am angry
i don't yell i burn
the good thing about feeling in extremes is
when i love i give them wings
but perhaps that isn't
such a good thing cause
they always tend to leave
and you should see me
when my heart is broken
i don't grieve
i shatter
-the thing
worth holding on to
would not have let go
-people go
but how
they left
always stays
-we began
with honesty
let us end
in it too
-i will not have you
build me into your life
when
what i want is to
build a life with you
-you are snakeskin
and i keep shedding you somehow
my mind is forgetting
every exquisite detail
of your face
the letting go has
become the forgetting
which is the most
pleasant and saddest thing
to have happened
-the night after you left
i woke up so broken
the only place to out the pieces
were the bags under my eyes
-you cannot leave
and have me too
i cannot exist in
two places at once
-i was music
but you had your ears cut off
-i've had sex she said
but i don't know
what making love
feels like
-that is when the person you thought they were is replaced by the sad reality of what they are.
-why they forced you to love them when they had no intention of loving you back and they'll say something along the lines of i just had to try.i had to give it a chance.it was you after all.
-and after all this.after all of the taking.the nerve.
-the thing about writing is
i can't tell if it's healing
or destroying me
-you must enter a relationship
with yourself
before anyone else
-i thank universe
for taking
everything it has taken
and giving to me
everything it is giving
-it takes grace
to remain kind
in cruel situations
-there is a difference between
someone telling you
they love you and
them actually
loving you
-losing you
was the becoming
of myself
-you tell me
i am not like most girls
and learn to kiss me with your eyes closed
something about the phrase - something about
how i have to be unlike the women
i call sisters in order to be wanted
makes me want to spit your tongue out
like i am supposed to be proud you picked me
as if i should be relieved you think
i am better than them
-i like the way the stretch marks
on my thighs look human and
that we're so soft yet
rough and jungle wild
when we need to be
i love that about us
how capable we are of feeling
how unafraid we are of breaking
and tend to our wounds with grace
just being a woman
calling myself
a woman
makes me utterly
whole and
complete
-other women's bodies
are not our battleground
-you look at me and cry
everything hurts
i hold you and whisper
but everything can heal
-you are your own
soulmate
-some people
are so bitter
to them
you must be kindest
-you have to stop
searching for why at some point
you have to leave it alone
-if you are not enough
for yourself
you will never be
enough
for someone else
-we are all born
so beautiful
the greatest tragedy is
being convinced we are not
-if the hurt comes
so will the happiness
-we all move forward when
we recognize how resilient
and striking the women
around us are
-i want to remain so
rooted to ground
these tears
these hands
these feet
sink in
-your art
is not about how many people
like your work
your art
is about
if your heart likes your work
if your soul likes your work
it's about how honest
you are with yourself
and you
must never
trade honesty
for reliability
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