Being Me (for once)

21. Intersectional feminist, college student, & pet aficionado. Embrace inner growth, be thankful, & remain open to new experiences ✨

[fall--away]

“To be folded up together as if we were silk,”

— Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems; “The Moss of his Skin,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[ourwaytoescape]

Artist:  Maksim Viktorov

[thcrstlshp]

[angelicloner]

[olearypoetry]

[ourwaytoescape]

[zoekravitzdaily]

[areabrooklin-blog]

Sempre maravilhosa

[teachersgazebo-deactivated20200]

I think the average guy thinks they’re pro-woman, just because they think they’re a nice guy and someone has told them that they’re awesome. But the truth is far from it. Unless you are actively, consciously working against the gravitational pull of the culture, you will predictably, thematically, create these sort of fucked-up representations.

Junot Diaz (via kylelucia)

[pre-party]

You must learn her. You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept. And, this is how you keep her.

Junot Diaz- This is How you Lose Her (via pre-party)

[quotethat]

When life is sweet, say thank you and celebrate. And when life is bitter, say thank you and grow.

Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet: Thoughts on Change, Grace, and Learning the Hard Way (via quotethat)

[wordsnquotes]

I feel invisible sometimes. I look at myself and there’s nothing there.

Mark Haddon, The Red House (via wordsnquotes)

[sois-sol]

[jessiespieces]

Star-crossed AF, 2016

[jessiespieces]

With Boo, 2016 (always in progress, always with love, in all ways)

[digitalloop]

Blink by vira shch

[goodreadss]

“I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.”

Vincent Van Gogh (via goodreadss)

[villagedesvaleurs-deactivated20]

“The slow arrow of beauty. The most noble kind of beauty is that which does not carry us away suddenly, whose attacks are not violent or intoxicating (this kind easily awakens disgust), but rather the kind of beauty which infiltrates slowly, which we carry along with us almost unnoticed, and meet up with again in dreams; finally, after it has for a long time lain modestly in our heart, it takes complete possession of us, filling our eyes with tears, our hearts with longing.”

Friedrich Nietzsche, Menschliches, Allzumenschliches  (via aegeane)