Kiss My Ass

I don’t care if I fall in love with a devil, as long as that devil will love me the way he loves hell You are always in my (he)art ig @anxiouspoetry_

[probuccalfat]

when your hair is greasy it’s so hard to want to keep living

[mournfulroses]

Natalie Diaz, from a poem titled "Postcolonial Love Poem," featured in Living Nations, Living Words

[kosmogrl]

[glittergroovy]

[mournfulroses]

Rupert Brooke, from a poem titled "The Beginning," featured in The Collected Poems of Rupert Brooke

[meanwhilepoetry]

I would rather be loved for this ugly, dark, fang-mouthed thing that I am than be the pretty, docile girl you can understand. Things made of storm and chaos do not need to be understood. We simply need to be known and felt for what we are. A rage trapped inside a ribcage. A heart that is chrysalis to a hurricane.

Nikita Gill

[feral-ballad]

Aaiún Nin, from Broken Halves of a Milky Sun: Poems; “Tell me of the first time you were poisoned”

[anxietyproblem]

[exr26]

[yms1]

best part of tumblr is; i come here, reblog and i leave.

[ai-dream]

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[1st-1]

[389]

ilya muvd, by the pond

[insantiago]

[sevenscky]

He is blocking the road.

[dovai]

be busy. busy not checking messages. busy reading those books you never started or finished. busy having a good night of sleep. busy taking care of yourself and your skin. busy moving your body. busy helping your community. busy reflecting on your life and what you can improve. busy doing things aside from the capitalistic viewpoint of “productivity.” busy slowing down.

[zegalba]

Takato Yamamoto: Ghost of Changing Lusts (2003)