i am mine. before i am ever anyone elseâs.
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@i-am--mine
i am mine. before i am ever anyone elseâs.
in, nayyirah waheed (via perfect)
Into the Singularity..
"...That my grief lights like a flame held to the wind. I sit with it, and I let it spread. This is not a wildfire to fear."
-Ophelia Blackwell
(excerpt from an untitled poem)
Ada LimĂłn, from Lies About Sea Creatures
Orchard House, home of Louisa May Alcott, in Concord, Massachusetts.
Date idea: I lie face down on your bed and you pet my head for maybe 2 or 3 hours.
Jeon stob it đ©đ„Ž
God i wanna bounce on it so baaaddddd
normalise saying ''what the fuck is wrong with you'' to mean people
stop making this post cute. it's blunt and violent. it's about humiliating needlessly cruel people not about bickering with loved ones.
one of the most fucked up aspects of being an adult is really how life-goes-on everything is. like you can be dealing with the most fucked up trauma-drama-grief and still have to sleep and eat food to survive and like. poop. pooping while you're really sad shouldn't be a thing but it is. we don't have a say in the matter. life goes on
the melancholy of summer's end, when the sun is still strong and the light is clear but the tops of the evening trees shiver with a presentiment of the coming decline, a knowledge it contains within itself the way a loaf of bread recalls the hot embers of the fire where it was baked.
Mihail Sebastian, Women
universal language
i love turning off lights. no need for all that