godess

moon dust in your lungs, stars in your eyes, you are a child of the cosmos, a ruler of the skies.

[weavemama]

reblog flying ass giant pants guys for a fortune of good luck and good cash 

[weavemama]

this is a cursed post that is capable of delivering good deeds

[classicantics-deactivated201712]

it’s the babadook’s chill cousin; the jeandeine

[d-voldo-deactivated20190607]

[inkskinned]

you’re going to fall in love with a girl with hair a little longer than mine, another writer-type with all sorts of ideas about things but perhaps a little less aggressive about them, you’re going to kiss her in the ways i taught you and you’re going to figure out some new ways too and when the two of you have sex, she will be just a little bit better at it than i ever have been you’re going to fall in love with a girl that smells good enough you bury your face in the curve of her neck and her tummy will never growl like mine always did. she’ll be deep and mysterious but she won’t come with the heavy past sitting on her shoulders. she won’t ever keep you awake with worry. she’ll always text you back and never bite too hard and never act in a way she can’t explain later. she will not cry when she gets drunk, she’ll just fall asleep beside you. you’ll fight with her sometimes because all couples fight but it won’t be with the teeth and claws that we had, it will be almost gentle, it will be over before it really gets going you’re going to love her until you’re no longer really sure if what we had was all that special. you’ll start badmouthing me to all your friends. you’ll forget about me in most moments and eventually you won’t even be able to tell someone what our first date was or our first kiss or even if you fucked me the last time that we spoke. i’ll just be gone to you, just a memory of a memory, a girl with dark eyes, a half-capable poet, some word on your tongue you’re no longer sure of but you remember that you used to know it. i will no longer be important.

“I’m still holding out hope that somehow someway we’ll end up together in the end…” /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

[godess-vibes]

I’ve been laying in your hoodie since 6 a.m. watching the sun come up, realizing I’ll never have you by my side, in a little apartment in the city. to watch the sun peak over the building by our window. because now, to my unfortunate desire; there is no apartment. there is no window. there is no us. but I’ve still got the sunshine. and your hoodie.

-j.r.e (I’m letting myself miss you & I can’t even do that right.)

[inkskinned]

i promised myself the boys they served me were all i had. i watched the princesses instead of the princes. pictured girls and kissed boys. 

i told myself i just wanted to be her. that i watched her because her dark hair because i wanted mine long like that. that her eyes, oak and wide, were in my dreams because they were the only good thing in a world that was bleak.

i am lost in her, an angel or just the angel i want to be. her skin is a desert island i’m lost on. would my papa ever forgive me for being alive in her. or am i only living through her. 

[pagesturned-lessonslearned]

STOP ROMANTICIZING INSANE AND ABUSIVE BEHAVIORS!

It absolutely infuriates me that the society in which we live romanticizes insane and debatably abusive behaviors. On a daily basis I scroll through multiple news feeds and see posts claiming “relationship goals” about going through each other’s messages, about having only friends of the same sex, about freaking out on your signification other for not speaking to you for a few hours, about following and checking up on your significant other because they haven’t talked to you all day.

NEWSFLASH: this is not love. this is not normal. this is not okay.

Going through messages is an invasion of privacy- NO, it doesn’t mean they have something to hide. it means that the conversation they were having between themselves and someone else is meant to stay PRIVATE.

Not allowing your significant other to be friends with certain people specifically because of what they have between their legs IS CONTROLLING BEHAVIOR. YOU ARE ISOLATING YOUR LOVED ONE FROM THE PEOPLE HE/SHE CARES ABOUT.

Freaking out on your significant other for not speaking to you for a few hours doesn’t not mean that he/she was cheating on you! They could be napping, reading a book, playing a video game, watching a movie… All much more likely activities. Freaking out an individual and belittling them/insulting them because they are not doing exactly as you ask is emotional and mental abuse. Freaking out on them shows your lack of trust, and hey, guess what? HEALTHY RELATIONSHIPS NEED TRUST.

If your significant other has a differentiating opinion from you, you don’t have the right to tear them down or force them to do what you want anyway. That is mental abuse as well. You began to date this person because of their differences from you and the fact that they could bring new ideas into perspective, DO NOT RIP THEM APART FOR THOSE DIFFERENCES WHEN IT IS NO LONGER CONVENIENT FOR YOU.

Checking up on your significant other’s location via cellphone tracking OR in person is STALKING. Stalking is illegal and also another sign of lack of trust in one another.

Love and relationships are not about control. They are not about possession. They are not about rules and regulations. They are not about having a punching bag. They are not about playing games.

Don’t sit there and preach about your love for someone else if these are the things you have done to that person. That is not love. That is a lie.

And if you are the “significant other” who continually deals with these mistreatments, please understand that you are worth so much more than this. You are not a toy, a possession, a child to be bossed around or spoken down to.

You are a person. A strong individual with an entire life filled with decisions to make, memories to have, friendships to enjoy. So pick yourself up off of the ground because you are more than that person may make you feel, and reclaim control of your life.

[inkskinned]

it is a terrible thing to love your friends. i’m burning alive for it.

r.i.d (via inkskinned)

[wnq-writers]

It may be unwise to choose you, but I would rather be a fool than live a life without you.

AB-BY (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

If her heart was a rose, I set fire to it. Torn and in ash I left it, sadly because; I love the smell of roses when they burn.

thegoodvillain (via wnq-writers)

[inkskinned]

short gay story about two princesses follows 

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[godess-vibes]

hate me. please hate me. i need you to hate me so much your body is shook. until seeing green eyes in the early morning makes you smile, and you hate yourself for it. until red hair makes your stomach flutter and you kill every single butterfly. hate me and let me watch. let me see every glare, and eye roll at my laughter. let me here every slammed door and "she's such a whore." let me feel every sting, so i know how to act when i pretend to hate you too. ((( October sixteenth. )))

-j.r.e

[thexfiles]

thank you carrie fisher for owning your life despite mental illness and despite addiction and despite 40 years of shaming and bullshit thank you for making it okay to talk about mental illness in a way that isn’t always fun and thank you for making it okay to be mentally ill and unashamed of it thank you for owning mental illness thank you for 60 years of telling the world to go fuck themselves if they didn’t like you thank you so much thank you thank you thank you 

[weaux-deactivated20170327]

*sprays rose water on 2017*

[quotemadness]

Let it hurt. Let it bleed. Let it heal. And let it go.

Nikita Gill (via quotemadness)

[godess-vibes]

and lord i hope we can mend our brokenness, but your carelessness is chipping every duct taped edge. your selfishness is all you are these days, and dear your cockiness doesn't make you royalty, it makes you a fool.

-jre (( upward battles ))

[godess-vibes]

i hope ten years down the line we meet again. maybe it'll be in the big state of California, both living the lives we wanted. walking into the same coffee shop, ordering the same vanilla flavor. you'll get a donut and i'll get a bagel. we might not even recognize each other at first. you'll have grown out a beard, and i'll have new highlights in my hair. then i'll hear your voice, ordering the largest cup of coffee they offer. you might catch my glance and hears of memories will flood back. maybe it'll bring a smile to your face, or tears to your eyes. or both. or neither. maybe you'll stare at my green eyes for a second too short, remembering the pain of loving me; gather your donut and excessive coffee cup to match mine, and walk out of that little coffee shop. or possibly, you'll ask me to have a seat. we will fill our veins with caffeine and euphoria. you'll tell me about what you did the night of graduation, back in 2017. confirm rumors and we will laugh about the drunken messes we both were. you tell me about the college classes that almost killed you. and the girl from highschool you almost ended up marrying. things went south and you moved to the state you always dreamt of being in. maybe i'll tell you about my messed up relationships since we were seventeen. about the job that i'm absolutely in love with. the many, many, dogs i have at home. about how they help with insomnia. and by that time; we will be on the last few sips of our signature drink. and it'll no longer be up to regret, or anger, or stubbornness. fate will take the reins, and steer us left or right.

-j.r.e

[godess-vibes]

i believe we were meant to meet. the puppeteers above entangled our strings in a mess of temptations. when they gathered themselves they realized the knots holding us together were too tight to untie. they cut our heartstrings and went on their individual ways. now the puppeteers are careful; close enough to see, too far away to touch.

-jre