RECOVERY

[nouvelle-nouveau]

“Why do you live in your body like you will be given another? As if it were temporary. You starve it, you let anyone touch it, you berate it. Tell it that should be completely different. You tug at your soft flesh, wish it thinner, wish it gone. You fall in love with those who praise the way it sighs under their hands, but who praises the way it holds up your weight, even when you are falling apart?”

— Warsan Shire (via vaginawoolf)

[c-oquetry]

“They love versions of me…”

[nouvelle-nouveau]

“I hadn’t known that a light could be a feeling and a sound could be a color and a kiss could be both a question and an answer. And that heaven could be the ocean or a person or this moment or something else entirely.”

— Megan Miranda, Fracture   (via essequamviderinunc)

[emilydb]

[especially]

[paprika]

[glassbonespaperskin]

[wordsnquotes]

I want to be a work of art, at least in my soul, since I can’t be one in my body.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via wordsnquotes)

[mixedgf]

i hate when adults make fun of u and ask if u bought ur jeans with all the holes in them…. why don’t u go fix the holes in our economy robert

[terrysdiary]

[meezumaki]

[untrustyou]

[qothqueen]

can we address the elephant in the room

[officialbeethoven]

its really rude to talk about girls like that 

[whosromeo]

i think it’s cute when someone admits they have a crush on you

[scott-pilgrimage]

i think it’s a fucking miracle 

[infelice]

[beigetype]

[tvpartyorchestra-deactivated201]

[thelovejournals]

Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.

Sade Andria Zabala (via thelovejournals)