Lybra-Phyllise

Thinker, Dream Weaver, Artist Instagram: Lybra_Phyllise

[lybrainspired]

Sun kissed skin

Kisses under the sun

With my Sun

[lybrainspired]

[humansofnewyork]

A glimpse into the journal of a (quite intelligent) 16 year old girl. Photographed, with permission, in Central Park. 

[vivency-deactivated20191130]

ITS ON MY DASH AGAIN I THOUGHT I LOST IT FOREVER

[presentimental]

its back igaf its not my blog style

[blomai]

YESS FINALLY I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR AGES 

[beanleaf]

If you zoom in it says at the bottom “every once and a while you meet these people that make you think that just maybe you’ve been doing something right after all to deserve them in your life” and I love that

[kaliforniaklass-deactivated2022]

i love this

[lybrainspired]

Yep he's pretty obsessed with me 😜 @darkeststorm #besos #babe #ciqala #beerdrinkersunite

[hoodsos-aus-deactivated20150309]

[thedrunkenenigma]

Shoutout to my month.

[kushandwizdom]

[kushandwisdom]

Good Vibes HERE

[afreedomtoexpress]

I want to learn you. I want to learn with you. I want to learn from you

(afreedomtoexpress)

[peaceisofus-deactivated20151112]

It’s ok to miss them from time to time. Just remember why you left. Things that sometimes warm the heart can also poison the spirit. 

[lybrainspired]

We made it! #puertorico #wheelsupturnup #happybirthdaybabe #theview #happy @darkeststorm

[alexandraelle-deactivated201511]

The curves of my shell don’t make me a woman. It’s the love in my heart, the thoughts in my head and the tenderness of my touch that spews my femininity. The twist of my hips does not make me a woman. It’s the smile on my face, the calm of my voice and the right to a choice that makes me a Queen.

Shell, Alex Elle  (via alexandraelle)

[glamour]

*Dressed via Pinterest 

[writingsforwinter]

They should teach self-love in school.

6-Word Story #94 (via writingsforwinter)

[lybrainspired]

my right hand. my homieloverfriend. my drinking buddy.  my heart.

[dellahickswilson]

the day will come when i will place you on a shelf in the back of my head. i have already begun collecting the dust i will conceal your name with.

'a new volume' by Della Hicks-Wilson (via dellahickswilson)

[onedirtydiamond-blog]

When sex becomes a production or performance that is when it loses its value. Be mutual. Be loud. Be clumsy. Make noises, be quiet, and make a mess. Bite, scratch, push, pull, hold, thrust. Remove pressure from the moment. Love the moment. Embrace it. Enjoy your body; enjoy your partners’ body. Produce sweat, be natural, entice your senses, give into pleasure. Bump heads, miss when you kiss, laugh when it happens. Speak words, speak with your body, speak to their soul. Touch their skin, kiss their goose bumps, and play with their hair. Scream, beg, whimper, sigh, let your toes curl, lose yourself. Chase your breath; keep the lights on, watch their eyes when they explode. Forget worrying about extra skin, sizes of parts and things that are meaningless. Save the expectations, take each second as it comes. Smear your make up, mess up your hair, rid your masculinity, and lose your ego. Detonate together, collapse together, and melt into each other.

(via iamhelterskelter)

[cassijeanxo-deactivated20190829]

[shabazzpizazz]

Ascension is an automatic process. We either go willingly or unwillingly. We either choose to take the path or it chooses us. Now when it chooses us we often times become victims of circumstance. The world seems to be against us and problematic more than a challenge. The world becomes a guess. We...