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ramonameisel

My heart is worth $145.42.

$7.40 worth of sinews and muscles that have endured.

+ $1.11 for all the scars craving your name.

+ $0.84 when Tracey from fifth grade called me fat.

+ $2.06 for the misery I drowned in.

+ $1.17 for all the times you touched me, laughing, and called it porn.

+ $13.38 when you made me a monster.

+ $63.88 when I walked away from you.

+ $31.46 for all the people who followed you.

+ $24.12 when I dared to call myself beautiful in the mirror.

+ $0.00 when it finally came to a rest in another person’s shelter.

The Currency of Love r.m | published in Cadence | buy me a ko-fi

30k

Fuck your girl so good she tell you she loves you when yall still fucking

opryskliwe

you you you you you you you you you you

bogus-babe-deactivated20250828

if i like you, we don’t have to go out on dates all the time, you can literally hmu saying you have errands to run if i wanna come with you. i’m down for that because in the end i just wanna spend time with you

untamedunwanted

Date the girl whose hair is a mess and steals your t-shirts and kisses you in front of boys who look at her admiringly. Date the girl who wants to dance in the rain with you and make tea for you and make you laugh so hard you snort tea out your nose. Date the girl who cares so much that she can tell something is wrong just by looking at you. Date the girl who will wrap her arms around you for no reason and pay attention when you talk about the things you love, even if she doesn’t love them herself. Date the girl who looks like a lazy sunday afternoon instead of a saturday night. Yeah. Just date that girl.

Date that Girl (via im-sad-lets-have-sexx)

wnq-writers

i. january it’s easy to fall back into old habits, but it’s far more rewarding to learn from them. ii. february you are capable of far more than you believe. spend your days breaking barriers you didn’t even know existed. iii. march mortality is fragile; he knew it, and you know it. there’s nothing you could have done to save someone who didn’t want to be saved. iv. april sometimes, you have to take responsibility for things you didn’t do in order to maintain necessary peace. v. may goodbyes are never easy; as your heart is ripped apart, remember they’re headed off to change the world. the opportunities are endless. be excited for them. vi. june don’t be afraid to trust; although others have torn you to shreds, the way he looks at you with soft eyes should make you believe he is different. he’s after your heart; give it to him. vii. july even an ocean between you two can’t stop the love you feel for him. no amount of vodka can drown it; learn to accept your feelings. viii. august it’s okay to put faith in your own judgements. your gut feeling is normally right, so listen to what it tells you. ix. september when you are patient, good things will come. don’t lose hope just because there’s a wait. x. october it’s important to know when to stop waiting and take matters into your own hands. if you want to know the taste of his lips, stop complaining and find out for yourself. xi. november kiss him whenever you can and tell him you love him with your words and without. take advantage of the time you have together because, soon, thousands of miles will separate you. xii. december stop holding back who you are, and allow yourself to be vulnerable for once. it will pay off, dear.

(via im-sad-lets-have-sexx)

kiefbowl

concept: my titties being held by worthy and loyal soft hands

wildfairy

Tonight, let me relearn your ghosts.

I.S. Jones, The Kingdom of Touching, published in Atrocity Exhibition (via wildfairy)

inkskinned

it was a love so strong i thought i would die for it. i almost did.

almost. what a word to crack in your mouth after surviving.

softsorry

1. do I cross your mind when I’m not around? 2. do you ever talk about me? 3. did it mean as much to you as it did to me? does it still? 4. am I pretty when I’m not trying? 5. am I pretty when I am? 6. do you look at me when I look away like I can’t help looking at you? 7. am I too much? 8. am I not enough? 9. do you know how much I love you? 10. will you ever?

10 questions I’m always thinking about but will never have the courage to ask (via softsorry)

wnq-writers

May you fall in love with someone, who never gets tired of saving you from your own chaos.

thetypewriterdaily (via wnq-writers)

heavy-into-ev3rything

Sometimes home isn’t 4 walls, It’s 2 eyes and a heartbeat

It’s you (via heavy-into-ev3rything)

lesbianpoetry

june jordan, from a poem for haruko 10/29, haruko/love poems

wildfairy

Last night I managed to get honey caught in my hair. Maybe this is the bees trying to leave a breadcrumb trail for me to a better tomorrow. I know I’m always looking for signs when there aren’t any, and I take the universe personally because this is all a little too storybook to be real. So when I tell you my tarot deck keeps screaming LACK OF CLOSURE, I don’t mean it as a metaphor. I mean that I might hide inside of my poems, but you always knew where to find me. Maybe I have a fist full of healing crystals and a book of spells I haven’t touched in months because they weren’t doing anything to erase missing you. And I know it’s all mind over matter and energy and collision but you came at me like a freight train and I don’t think there’s any voodoo that can undo the damage. So I drink teas I don’t like and fill myself up with herbs I can’t pronounce, and I get my hair caught in syrup to remind me that I’m still stuck where I don’t want to be. And I do more research on the meaning of flowers and threaten to just eat the petals whole. I write about things nobody else follows and I avoid certain words that will send me back to the catacomb of you. I always avoid roses like a superstition because even though you have them etched into your body, I know you’d still forget to water them.

Witchcraft, Angelea Lowes (via wildfairy)

wildfairy

Today, my name fits comfortably in my own mouth. No metaphors needed. I am the brightest thing in every room. I am both the prince and the princess. I slay the dragon while wearing pink. I am the goddess. There is no shame in the blood between my legs. Leave rain water and lotus flowers at my altar. Watch as I rise from the lake, demand the blood of men as a sacrifice. A woman’s mythology is riddled with stories of her own throat being slashed, her heart on a silver platter. Today, I am asking for gold. I am sparing myself. I am the one left standing at the end of this story, dagger still in hand. I am the lioness. The combination of women’s past – Medusa, Joan of Arc, Hecate, witches burned at the stake. I’ve got their blood in my veins. I know how to start a riot. My voice is only heard when it’s a battle cry. The revolution was birthed from my womb. Eve was abandoned for choosing to see the world, and I’m continuing the legacy.

Legacy, Angelea Lowes (via wildfairy)

Me: *makes a small irrelevant mistake*

My Brain, banging pots and pans together: YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUC

Me: *makes huge mistake that will directly affect my future horribly*

My Brain, lounging on a lawn chair with shades on: ....acknowledged

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