The Great Migration

The War is Won, What do we become?

[syrenki]

truth #1: i love you

[saetiate]

I love the concept of someone teaching you how to fuck. how to kiss, what it feels like to have someone else’s hands on you, someone else’s tongue. all under the guise of them being helpful, sweet to you, so you’re not nervous for when it ‘really’ happens. only for them to make sure they’re the only ones who ever get to see you that way

[espressogal]

once you stop fantasizing about that ideal version of yourself and start working towards becoming that person by setting your alarm clock earlier and actually going to the gym and actually volunteering at places and actually eating healthier and not procrastinating and working just a little bit harder you’ll realize that it was so easy all along. becoming your ideal self will only ever exist in your mind until you make the decision to work towards becoming that person. get up!! get going!! it’s now or never!! there is no light at the end of the tunnel!! get that flashlight and pave your own path bitch bc no one else is going to do it for u!!

[drunkvanity-deactivated20161113]

shout out to the girls that hate their bodies but are trying really really hard to find the beauty and comfort in them because that shit is hard and takes a lot of time and is emotionally exhausting. i’m proud of y’all.

[scribeherself]

[remanence-of-love]

[reading-writing-revolution]

[nixscriptum]

[agnes-nielsens]

they call me the information withholder for reasons i won't get into

[cementforbones-deactivated20171]

me making coffee: this going to fix everything.

[my-dailydreams]

[sparkandashes]

I don’t know if I need love.

Love is such a large word,

full of promises people make

before they know what they are promising.

What I need is simpler.

When I fall apart,

I need someone willing to sit on the floor beside me.

Someone patient enough

to gather the pieces without rushing.

Someone who does not mistake broken

for finished.

If I am a puzzle,

I do not want to spend my life

searching for missing pieces.

I want to be whole.

And when I scatter,

as all things eventually do,

I want someone who remembers

what I looked like before the fall.

Someone who does not try to remake me.

Someone who simply helps me

put myself back together.

[hrtsfortvgirl]

“If there’s nothing missing in my life

Then why do these tears come at night?”

[nixscriptum]

[somewordsarebiggerthanothers]

Some people will hate you even without knowing you. Don't give a fuck or fuck them all ıt's your choice

[shisasan]

The Love Poems of Rumi, Intoxicated by Love edited by Deepak Chopra First published 1273

[mournfulroses]

Alfred de Musset, from a translated letter to George Sand, featured in «Ô mon George, ma belle maîtresse...»: Lettres