gayporcelain:

do you ever just think how men are allowed to look like shit at every second of the day. teenage boys are just allowed to have acne, old men are just allowed to have wrinkles. men can just go outside as they are and be attractive, women do it and they’re ‘sporting a natural look’

imagine if ed sheeran was a woman. he wouldn’t have a career

(via subcultureblues)

alegendforalltime:

“Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe.”

—

Joan Bauer

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(via yourlightwillshineon)

memoryslandscape:

“… this miserable trick the romantic plays upon himself: of setting just beyond his reach the very thing he prizes.”

— Walker Percy, from The Moviegoer (Alfred A. Knopf, 1961)

mira-mind:

You can’t force love, I realized. It’s there or it isn’t. If it’s not there, you’ve got to be able to admit it. If it is there, you’ve got to do whatever it takes to protect the ones you love.

(via rabbigfirlee)

oaluz:

10 self-love-encouraging questions to ask yourself from here

1. will this choice propel me towards an inspiring future, or will it keep me stuck in the past?
   
2. will this choice bring me long-term fulfilment or short term gratification?
3. am i standing in my power or am i trying to please another?
4. am i looking for what’s right or am i looking for what’s wrong?
5. will this choice add to my life force or will it rob me of energy?
6. will i use this situation as a catalyst to grow and evolve, or will i use it to beat myself up?
7. does this choice empower or disempower me?
8. is this an act of self-love or self-sabotage?
9. is this is an act of faith (love) or fear?
10. am i choosing from my divinity or am i choosing from my humanity?

(via monolidd)

syrupbrat:

*
“there, I drowned, back before, once.
there, I knew how to swim but couldn’t.

there, men stood by shore & watched me blue.
there, I was a dead fish, the river’s prince.

there, I had a face & then I didn’t.
there, my mother cried over me

but I wasn’t there. I was here, by my own
water, singing a song I learned somewhere

south of somewhere worse. that was when
direction mattered. now, everywhere

I am is the center of everything.
I must be the lord of something.

what was I before? a boy? a son?
a warning? a myth? I whistled

now I’m the God of whistling.
I built my Olympia downstream. 

*

you are not welcome here. trust
the trip will kill you. go home.

we earned this paradise
by a death we didn’t deserve.

I am sure there are other heres.
a somewhere for every kind

of somebody, a heaven of brown
girls braiding on golden stoops

but here — 
how could I ever explain to you — 


someone prayed we’d rest in peace& here we are

in peace             whole                all summer”

From, “summer, somewhere,” by Danez Smith

pensivefrangipani:

“Where do you enter A poem At the same place I enter you with balance and trust and a jazzy sense of adventure Painting outside the lines wearing clothes cut against the bias with spices among the flowers A poem unfolds like a baby bat testing her wings or a kitten taking her first steps or a good dog moving arthritic limbs toward the door There is sadness as well as loss in the promise of love We begin a poem with longing and end with responsibility And laugh all through the storms that are bound to come We have umbrellas We have boots We have each other”

— Nikki Giovanni, Where Do You Enter

calellon:

selfies are CANCELLED until no one knows what i look like anymore and everyone just associates me with this abstract & sentient virtual entity that has transcended the physical realm indefinitely

(via mylovelysoulinwords)

thegestianpoet:

it’s like that sometimes 

(Source: t-gp, via boringangel)

gingbat:

thatpettyblackgirl:

today’s kids will never understand the horrors of having to share ONE computer with the whole damn family

Shoutout to the time I became an atheist at age 9 bc I searched porn on the family desktop and didn’t know how to clear cookies and when I prayed for god to help me nothing happened

(Source: twitter.com, via skold)