ghost kiddo

Zoey Somewhere in the moonlight.

[ireallyreallylikegreekmythology]

persephone: you’re so tall, hades! what can you see you there?

hades: everyone’s flaws.

[goldenagc]

“have you ever felt the ache of swallowing starlight?”

— Sabrina Benaim, first date

[vintage-my-darling]

🌙🌞

[therewas-a-girl]

UGLY by Warsan Shire

Your daughter is ugly. She knows loss intimately, carries whole cities in her belly. As a child, relatives wouldn’t hold her. She was splintered wood and sea water. They said she reminded them of the war.   On her fifteenth birthday you taught her how to tie her hair like rope and smoke it over burning frankincense. You made her gargle rosewater and while she coughed, said macaanto girls like you shouldn’t smell of lonely or empty. You are her mother. Why did you not warn her, hold her like a rotting boat and tell her that men will not love her if she is covered in continents, if her teeth are small colonies, if her stomach is an island if her thighs are borders? What man wants to lay down and watch the world burn in his bedroom? Your daughter’s face is a small riot, her hands are a civil war, a refugee camp behind each ear, a body littered with ugly things but God, doesn’t she wear the world well.

[heartcountry]

His eyes were the same colour as the sea in a postcard someone sends you when they love you, but not enough to stay.

Warsan Shire (via heartcountry)

[xxlying-from-y0u]

[somethoughtseeds]

[xxlying-from-y0u]

[aseaofquotes]

Tess Gerritsen, The Apprentice

[starlesses]

Lol what have I gotten myself into.

[starlesses]

I wish I were better and I wish it came naturally

[starlesses]

I'm tired of having to teach people how to love me tbh and I'm sure people are tired of having to learn.

[starlesses]

I miss you. what if. I’ll never know. 

[cantcontrolthegay-deactivated20]

*gets hit with feelings i thought i was over with* mmm i see that we’re recycling now

[starlesses]

my soul is unfulfilled and I don’t know the answers.

[starlesses]

I just want to cry

[wishbzne-deactivated20210526]

“And I sat out my childhood with stutters and poems gathered in my head like some winter storm. And the poems erased the stutters and pain. And the words loved me and I loved them in return.”

— Sonia Sanchez, from Shake Loose My Skin