space and skin

We are simple joy, we are unashamed laughter. Will we stay this way?

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

Typewriter Series #2106 by Tyler Knott Gregson

A supermoon rise to begin a year. Who knows where we will wander. Who knows what will come. Breathe deeply and let the waves of tomorrow find their way to these shores.

Your absence still stings, it rips at me from inside, it empties me out.

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

Carl Sandburg, “Offering and Rebuff”

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

Justina Chen Headley, North of Beautiful

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Matt Haig, Reasons to Stay Alive

You say “pussy” And I remind you- You were born out of it

Nashia F.

hedonist--poet-deactivated20240

Being strong can become your biggest weakness.

Hira (via hedonistpoet)

Some people choose to hide their anger. Their frustration, their annoyance. Their bad parts. Some people choose to hide who they are and most of them can. And yeah, I get it. It’s good to be able to hide the bad parts sometimes for the sake of good manners. But some people push this hypocrisy as far as making it their facade. And I hate it. I hate how they can completely curl up under their disguise while people who aren’t afraid to show who they are, get misunderstood and it breaks my heart. They break my heart. Because I can’t hide who I am and I won’t. I will unapologetically expose my goodness and my worst. Because I want to know who can handle them. Who can love them, and who can love me. And so far, no one has.

- Am I wrong to have been wanting to be heard || by Nashia F.

Some people choose to hide their anger. Their frustration, their annoyance. Their bad parts. Some people choose to hide who they are and most of them can. And yeah, I get it. It’s good to be able to hide the bad parts sometimes for the sake of good manners. But some people push this hypocrisy as far as making it their facade. And I hate it. I hate how they can completely curl up under their disguise while people who aren’t afraid to show who they are, get misunderstood and it breaks my heart. They break my heart. Because I can’t hide who I am and I won’t. I will unapologetically expose my goodness and my worst. Because I want to know who can handle them. Who can love them, and who can love me. And so far, no one has.

- Am I wrong to have been wanting to be heard || by Nashia F.

How it all started

The first time I kissed him In an empty room with his hands Over my breasts and my back pressed on The walls And his mouth deep inside mine All I thought that all we’d ever be Is lustful

Then came the gazing days Over to the rushing cars, to the blinking stars And into each other’s eyes Burning like a thousand moons And all I questioned is, “Will ‘us’ be ever possible?”

Days rolled and we were holding hands Nah, tracing each other’s veins with Gentle fingers As if trying to tell him something I’m afraid To confess to myself As if gripping his palms tight would suffocate him Maybe he isn’t just ready

We were still childlike Screaming names and telling each other How we’d pin the other down and let ourselves be pleased Him Licking the colours off my lips Me Tracing my hands up his thighs Him Telling me how we have a spark Me Skipping a heart beat

Then came the days when he’d help open his car door Kiss my forehead when I cried Telling me it’s okay, it’s okay to fall apart Once in a while And that I would always have his chest To fall back into Whenever it hurt too much

And as much as it scared me, One night One night, I confessed “I think I’m in love with you” Him “I forever was” And we knew, we were much more Much more than elevator make outs And end-of-school dirty jokes

We were a spark

- nashia f.