nasa heaux

Overly enthusiastic twenty-something Pakistani. Social justice advocate, futbol fanatic, tech and photo enthusiast, cat mom, bookworm, history buff and lover of all things space exploration.

[jiniretdoll]

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

Next: the death of crazy horse by Lucille Clifton 

[ID: so i dreamed and i dreamed / and i endured.]

[mashamorevna]

“I don’t owe anyone more joy than I owe myself.”

— — Roya Marsh, “in broad dayliGht black girls look gleeful,” dayliGht (via lifeinpoetry)

[the-devil-wears-zara]

[terrriya-deactivated20201127]

If you depend on anything outside of yourself to make you feel worthy and whole - you will always feel empty. When you give someone the power to feed you and give you validation, you also give them the power to starve you. I read somewhere to be fueled from within. If the love you have for yourself comes from within, how can anyone on the outside take that away? It’s hard to love yourself when you think you’re the only one with flaws and trust me we all have them but I promise you it feels amazing once you love yourself unconditionally. So start today.

[typecozey-deactivated20201222]

*loves being independent and spending time with myself *wants to get married Tomorrow

[icried4you]

Agriturismo il Rigo in the heart of Tuscany

[weltenwellen]

Ocean Vuong, from “Notebook Fragments”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Miguel Hernández, tr. by Robert Bly, from The Selected Poems; “Death,”

[literatuer]

Mikhail Bulgakov, A Dead Man’s Memoir.

[lafiametta]

“The sea seduced me,”

— Isidoros, tr. by Edwin Morgan, from “The Greek Antholohy and Other Ancient Epigrams,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[suiyobish]

[sunsounds]

“I had two longings and one was fighting the other. I wanted to be loved and I wanted to be always alone.”

— Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea (via antigonick)

[indomptable]

[sci-universe]

[existential-celestial]

“…my dear, I think of you always and at night I build myself a warm nest of things I remember and float in your sweetness till morning - All my love and heart and everything, everything”

— Zelda Fitzgerald, in her letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald dated November 1931, featured in Dear Scott, Dearest Zelda: The Love Letters of F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald

[swdyww-deactivated20210428]

I think men are insane and the best way they might get u to trust them is by shittily regurgitating things they’ve stolen from other women So essentially stop staring wide eyed at men who successfully suck magic and luck out of women they’ve known and spit it up onto whoever is in their line of vision It’s all false