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Re: bread – yes!!! A thousand times yes!!! I’m studying abroad in the uk and I miss dark bread so much.

What the UK calls bread is not what I call bread. To my friends’ endless amusement, I’ve taken to naming it “untoasted toast” because that is exactly what the consistency, colour and structural stability are like. Only that it doesn’t even taste like toast if you toast it, but it’s the best name I’ve got.

Also – German bread is strong enough to hold an entire box of cherry tomatoes on top of it when you’re putting your groceries into your bag. It has muscles. It has war in its whole grained veins. British bread isn’t even strong enough to hold itself, how is it supposed to hold you in your darkest, hungriest hours?

People act as if poetry is soft and gentle when we all know those few lines that kill you immediately upon hearing them.

dennybitte:

when the morning comes

by Denny Bitte

november 2015

Source: dennybitte

It’s true that one day, you will be fine. It’s true that you will have somewhere warm to call home and something within reach to call goal. You’ll be searching instead of losing, and you’ll even be found instead of lost.

But life’s like a wild cat, darling. You can’t ask her to hunt for you and let her in. She needs food, that strong hunter of yours. Feed her words and art and science, let her drink up people and a bit of night before dawn rises. Your wild cat needs rest and motion, not one or the other – both. She needs ferocity on the hunt and softness when brushing dirt off her fur.

Your cat will never stop hunting for you. Not even if you can’t feed her because you are too empty yourself, not even if you’re too cold to warm her in your arms. Your cat holds no grudges. Your cat loves, and loves, and loves you until the last day. And she knows that you will make a home for her again. She is waiting to come back, eyes dark and path cleared for you.