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As the roses bloom

So do I,

I am a bird

Who must relearn to fly.

Each passing season

Like the leaves I die,

Only to come back again

From death to life.

I’ll never grow old

As a child I’ll stay,

In order to relearn

The lessons of every day.

[eps-ilon]

[dwnsy]

Frida Kahlo (1907.07.06-1954.07.13)

[lizardtitties]

This is the first time I’ve seen this picture and it’s so fucking powerful for me.

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The smell of your skin

Is like the headiest wine;

You’ve got me feeling drunk

Out of my mind.

There’s a simple rightness

To having you back by my side.

Each kiss tastes sweeter with the passing of time;

We’ve collected them one by one

Like jewels from a mine.

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I am an earthquake of feelings, desires, dreams, and longings caged in by skin and bone.

From my journal

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I have stretched myself so far out of my comfort zone that I’ve actually learned how to be comfortable again.

From my journal

[lesbiansgoal]

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Things you should know

before you fall in love with me:

I am my first love.

[shittowatch]

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You told me you loved me. And I said: no, you don’t. And you laughed at me. You said: but I do. And I said: no, you don’t even know me. And you said: yes I do. No, you don’t. How you could you? We’d only been together for 3 months. You think you know me, I explain, but you’ve never seen me get blindly angry, or get so depressed that I can’t leave my room for weeks. You’ve never seen me at my worst— you’ve never even seen me at my best.

But I want too, you said. Four words, and they meant more to me than “I love you”. I’d given that speech a couple times before, but no one had ever said that. So I decided maybe it was safe to love you back. It took a while—you can’t open up over night. But every time we said goodbye I let those words sit on the top of my tongue “I love you”, but I refused to say them until I couldn’t hold it back any longer.

Then, the last time I dropped you off, I looked at you and I felt the pull to say those words— it would be such a relief to finally get them off my chest, and with difficulty I held them back. But I knew as I said goodbye, that next time—next time I wouldn’t be able to hold them back. And I smiled as I drove away thinking it was only a matter of time. Then you left. And those 3 words I’d imagined saying to you so many times will forever be unsaid. Because it doesn’t matter how many times I write them to you: in poetry, in texts, or tears. You will never hear me say it back. And I want you to know—I wish I had said “ I love you” out loud and in person when I had the chance.

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I wanted to kiss you in so many more places than I got to. I wanted to kiss you in the rain, while the makeup ran down my face and you laughed at me for being self-conscious. While the thunder rumbled and the only thing keeping me warm was the heat coming off your drenched skin. I wanted to kiss you in a movie theater, while the screen flashed unnoticed above our heads and your hand crept slowly between my thighs. When the only thing louder than the beat of my heart was the pull I felt to be near you. I wanted to share Cotten-Candy flavored kisses with you at the fair, our checks still aglow from a stomach dropping ride. My voice horse from screaming and your hands sore from letting me hold onto them for comfort. I wanted to take you to a beautiful restaurant. The kind where everything was expensive and portentous. I’d wear something breathe-taking while stealing wine-drunk kisses from you in a dim alcove lit only by candle light. Then, I want to go back to all the places we’ve been before and kiss you one more time. To the club where it all started, with the flashing colors and pounding music—when my lips traveled up your neck, biting and licking, in slow anticipation of our first kiss. In the streets, where you held my hand and carried me on your back. Where I fell asleep on the curve of your lap and we kissed simply once to seel our feelings. To the end of our first date, when I jumped into your arms knocking you into the sand and you kissed me so roughly I could taste your desire. To the first time we fucked on the beach, when you brought your face so close that I could feel the warmth of your breath on my lips. You waited to kiss me until the last second you could stand it, and once we started a force took over the both of us that could not be stopped. To that night we spent at the beach house, were I could never quite get enough. Where your hands and my hands moved in sync and the walls of the house could not contain our passion. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that. And finally, that time you wrote me a poem and I surprised you by pushing your chair back, sitting on top of your lap, and kissing you shamelessly in thanks. I said that night that it didn’t matter who your first kiss was, because I was your last.

I hope I still am.

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When I told you relationships never last it wasn’t because I was planning to leave. It was because I was trying to prepare myself for when you would.

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We are raising a generation of women who cannot be silenced. They are wild, they are free, and being a “woman” has never looked the same.

[thedudeleftthebuilding-deactiva]

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I went looking for your jacket yesterday. You know, the one you gave me? It never fit right and I looked like a giant marshmallow when I wore it, but it smelled like you....And the beach where we went to fuck when there was no place else to go.

But it was gone.

Just like you.

It was then I noticed your toothbrush was missing from it’s spot next to mine. Your library book was no longer on my coffee table; it was weeks over due already, but you’d left it there because I sleep in.

I actually looked all over the house for one thing you’d left behind—you were always leaving things behind...for “safe-keeping”. A half written letter. An earring. A hickey. A note book. Your Panic! at the Disco shirt....

But now you’re gone, taking everything that you’d touched with you...except me. And I’m left still feeling the ghosts of your fingers playing fondly with my heart.

[millstoney]

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How to spot an INFJ:

Cries during movies for anyone in emotional pain—even the bad guys.

More comfortable taking to children, plants, and animals.

Gives you gifts you actually like.

Remembers your stories and reminds you when details are missed.

Says really deep things out of nowhere.

You get the feeling they might read minds.

They know all the details about you, even down to your coffee order and go-to comfort food.

They get offended for you.

The only time they get mad is when their sticking up for someone or something they love.

They’re proud to make up only one percent of the population, but too humble to rub it in.

You’ll catch them daydreaming —like all the time.

No matter how long you’ve known them, they’ll always surprise you.

They’re adorably clumsy and mix-up their words a lot.

They’re the first person to notice when you’re having a bad day.

They think you’re really awesome, even if you don’t feel like it.

They ask a lot of questions, but always know when to stop.

They keep their circle small, and are very nice, but hard to get to know.

They’re probably single or in a committed relationship.

They have one or more creative outlet—and they’re normally talented, but don’t know it.

They adjust their public per-sauna to make people more comfortable; but at the same time, they never cross their own morals.