❀Girls Bite Back✿

And you, You scare people, Because you are whole, All by yourself

[help-n-quotes]

You don’t have to explain your dreams, they belong to you.

Paulo Coelho (via help-n-quotes)

[coolsaddad-blog]

Roses are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue.

[feels-for-the-fictional]

I have been waiting for this post all my life.

[marzipanandminutiae]

They are indeed purple, But one thing you’ve missed: The concept of “purple” Didn’t always exist.

Some cultures lack names For a color, you see. Hence good old Homer And his “wine-dark sea.”

A usage so quaint, A phrasing so old, For verses of romance Is sheer fucking gold.

So roses are red. Violets once were called blue. I’m hugely pedantic But what else is new?

[ineptshieldmaid]

My friend you’re not wrong About Homer’s wine-ey sea! Colours are a matter Of cultural contingency;

Words are in flux And meanings they drift But the word purple You’ve given short shrift.

The concept of purple, My friends, is old And refers to a pigment once precious as gold.

By crushing up molluscs From the wine-dark sea You make a dye: Imperial decree

Meant that in Rome, to wear purpura was a privilege reserved

For only the emperor!

The word ‘purple’, for clothes so fancy, Entered English By the ninth century

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Why then are voilets Not purple in song? The dye from this mollusc, known for so long

Is almost magenta; More red than blue. The concept of purple is old, and yet new.

The dye is red, So this might be true: Roses are purple And violets are blue

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[squeeful]

While this song makes me merry, Tyrian purple dyes many a hue From magenta to berry And a true purple too.

But fun as it is to watch this poetic race The answer is staring you right in the face: Roses are red and violets are blue Because nothing fucking rhymes with purple.

[cryoverkiltmilk]

[young-il-long-kiyoshi]

IT GOT SO MUCH BETTER.

[farrentalon]

My reaction, only with coffee.

[thetiredpianist]

Hang on, need to send this to my literature prof

[raddest-kidd-deactivated2020061]

I have late night conversations with the moon, she tells me about the sun and i tell her about you

[rosewater1997]

My favorite feeling is when it’s winter and you wake up in the middle of the night and you look out the window and there’s snow on the ground and the sky is kind of light colored and it looks misplaced and kind of eerie but also comforting i love it the most 

[kushandwizdom]

[natureandbeauty]

[thelovejournals]

I love you, really. You know I love you. I’ve never loved any one else the way I love you.

Ernest Hemingway, “The Snows Of Kilimanjaro” (via thelovejournals)

[misterwooff]

[lilmamabeyellin]

self love ain’t just bubble baths & face masks it’s owning up to your shit , accepting your flaws , encouraging yourself to do better.

[unbotheredmuse]

THIS

[perrfectly]

Give people time. Give people space. Don’t beg anyone to stay. Let them roam. What’s meant for you will always be yours.

Reyna Biddy (via perrfectly)

[toofacedd]

[quotemadness]

Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.

Rumi   (via quotemadness)

[kushandwizdom]

[transatlanticgirl]

[thelovejournals]

I always think of you before I fall asleep. The words you said, the way you looked. The things we laughed about, the silent moments we shared. And when I dream, I’ll dream of you. Because it’s about you, it’s always about you.

Unknown  (via thelovejournals)

[franki-e-deactivated20170214]

I like art, and by art I mean music, poetry, sex, paintings, the human body, literature.. All of this is art to me.

Hunter Reveu (via theglasschild)