In the Cold Desert

[inthecolddesert]

I'm not afraid of dying but afraid of dying after you

[inthecolddesert]

Wouldn't it be the most beautiful thing if your lover left a handwritten book of poetry entitled "Loving (your name)" at your grave?

[inthecolddesert]

I can’t wait to have you alone. You’ll be my piece of art. I’ll trace the lines of your body over and over in charcoal onto a thin piece of paper. Mold them into clay that immerses itself into my fingernails and then kiss your lines all over before I go to sleep. 

[pigmentblue-deactivated20140824]

my favorite eye color is your eye color and my favorite height is your height and my favorite weight is your weight my favorite hands are your hands my favorite knees are your knees 

[koizoraa]

I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that’s the last thing I need right now: More words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me.

Thought Catalog (via koizoraa)

[shewasmadeforart-deactivated201]

At times the world may seem an unfriendly and sinister place, but believe that there is much more good in it than bad. All you have to do is look hard enough. and what might seem to be a series of unfortunate events may in fact be the first steps of a journey.

Lemony Snicket; Series of unfortunate events (via revolutionarysista)

[waxenneat]

What if all women were bigger and stronger than you and thought they were smarter What if women were the ones who started wars What if too many of your friends had been raped by women wielding giant dildos and no K-Y Jelly What if the state trooper who pulled you over on the New Jersey Turnpike was a woman and carried a gun What if the ability to menstruate was the prerequisite for most high-paying jobs What if your attractiveness to women depended on the size of your penis What if every time women saw you they’d hoot and make jerking motions with their hands What if women were always making jokes about how ugly penises are and how bad sperm tastes What if you had to explain what’s wrong with your car to big sweaty women with greasy hands who stared at your crotch in a garage where you are surrounded by posters of naked men with hard-ons What if men’s magazines featured cover photos of 14-year-old boys with socks tucked into the front of their jeans and articles like: “How to tell if your wife is unfaithful” or “What your doctor won’t tell you about your prostate” or “The truth about impotence” What if the doctor who examined your prostate was a woman and called you “Honey” What if you had to inhale your boss’s stale cigar breath as she insisted that sleeping with her was part of the job What if you couldn’t get away because the company dress code required you wear shoes designed to keep you from running And what if after all that women still wanted you to love them.

For the Men Who Still Don’t Get It, written 20 years ago by Carol Diehl. 

She wrote a post about the history of this poem that is worth reading.

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I will never not Reblog.

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[whisperingbones]

marry me. let’s spend our week nights eating cereal on the floor when there is a perfectly fine table behind us. we can go to the movies and sit in the back row just to make out like kids falling in love for the first time. marry me. we’ll paint the rooms of our house and get more paint on us than the walls. we can hold hands and go to parties we end up ditching to drink wine out of the bottle in the bathtub. marry me. and slow dance with me in our bedroom with an unmade bed and candles on the nightstand. let me love you forever. marry me.

Unknown (via perfect)

[inthecolddesert]

I can't sleep. I'm imagining cutting myself open for you to see. "I'm real." Touch my heart -- it's still beating. See my veins full of blood. "I'm real." Here are my hands. I'll never hurt you. I'm imagining wrapping myself in your warm words that flow together like they were made to roll off your tongue and into my ears like a lullaby. They soothe me like the warm blood pumping through my body and yours. They're all I need.

[13neighbors]

"Nothing can wear you out like caring about people"

S.E. Hinton, That Was Then, This is Now (via 13neighbors)

[kbass2112]

You’ll meet her. She’s very pretty, even though sometimes she’s sad for many days at a time. You’ll see, when she smiles, you’ll love her.

Pan’s Labyrinth (via rauchwolken)

[isabeldelao]

[sapphosistah]

“I want to be with someone who, 10 years from now, makes my heart jump when I hear her key in the door.”

I Can’t Think Straight (via thewastedgeneration)

[inthecolddesert]

When you learn to love yourself you let go of the need to love everyone else.

[awaitingseptember]

I’ve missed my bed. ✨🌙

[nayyirahwaheed-deactivated20180]

what i never  learned  from my mother was that just because someone desires you. does  not mean they value you. desire is the kind of thing that eats you and leaves you starving.

       - the color of low self esteem, nayyirah waheed

[gabyjayy]

I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.

Sylvia Plath (via gabyjayy)