Angela

last cut: 1/27/2015

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When you finally meet your best friend in person. Love you Angela ❤❤

@invisible–soulss

[invisible--soulss]

slay

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[invisible--soulss]

...kill me please

[meurte-deactivated20190730]

when the fuck on earth will someone love me like i love them

[rupikaur-deactivated20170926]

period. 

(a photo series shot by sisters rupi and prabh kaur.  art direction by rupi kaur.)

i bleed each month to help make humankind a possibility. my womb is home to the divine. a source of life for our species. whether i choose to create or not. but very few times it is seen that way. in older civilizations this blood was considered holy. in some it still is. but a majority of people. societies. and communities shun this natural process. some are more comfortable with the pornification of women. the sexualization of women. the violence and degradation of women than this. they cannot be bothered to express their disgust about all that. but will be angered and bothered by this. we menstruate and they see it as dirty. attention seeking. sick. a burden. as if this process is less natural than breathing. as if it is not a bridge between this universe and the last. as if this process is not love. labour. life. selfless and strikingly beautiful. 

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FAV POST EVER

[kate-sweeney]

I am moved every time i see/read this piece.

[180400]

[actuates]

I miss the feeling of happiness, like no matter what happened, I would always be okay. Because now no matter what happens, I just don’t feel okay. I miss flying high on the tops of cloud 9. Singing songs with lyrics nobody could understand. Because now I’m sitting on the ground, singing lyrics I understand all too well. I miss holding hands with my future, a strong relationship I saw becoming something bigger. Because now my future and I have gotten a divorce, and my past has been getting friendlier. I miss peaceful nights, falling asleep quickly to the sound of cars passing by. Because now those cars sound like death threats, and I’m much too awake debating the meaning of my own life. I miss writing poetry about a love I never had, a heartbreak I didn’t know for myself. Because now I write poetry about the love that I lost and no longer have, with the heartbreak that took away all of my misconceptions. I miss knowing myself like I knew books. Because now I just don’t read books, I just don’t know who I am anymore. I miss waging wars with other people and what they saw in me. Because now all I do is start wars with myself, and I don’t think I’m winning. I miss so much that I’ve already forgotten half of the things I miss.

Things I miss about 2011. |(Morsus Engel)| (via actuates)

[wordsnquotes]

She is so stubborn, her heart has an argument with her head every time it wants to beat.

Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

I need solitude. I need space. I need air. I need the empty fields round me; and my legs pounding along roads; and sleep; and animal existence.

Virginia Woolf, The Diary of Virginia Woolf (via wordsnquotes)

[moan-s]

[invisible--soulss]

depression is definitely coming back. .. fucking great.

[invisible--soulss]

in need of affection

[d-e-a-d-ly]

[oceanofdramaquotes]

In order for you to become independent and face challenges by yourself, falling down is inevitable. The most important thing is that you learn how to stand back up.

Ren Guang Xi (Autumn’s Concerto)

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