[wnq-writers]

i no longer force things. what flows, flows. what crashes, crashes. i only have space and energy for things that are meant for me.

iambrillyant  (via wnq-writers)

[wordsnquotes]

I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.

Frida Kahlo, The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait. (via wordsnquotes)

[vomitingwords]

She laughed so hard— so happy and loud as she sprinkled rainbow vibes around, and yet only the moon witnessed all her silent cries— whenever her heart felt lonely at night.

ma.c.a // Under the Stars (via vomitingwords)

[wordsnquotes]

If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.

Edgar Allan Poe (via wordsnquotes)

[tamper]

[wnq-writers]

a work of art. her stretch marks remind me that god kissed her skin and wrote poetry on it. who wouldn’t want a woman with magic like that?

iambrillyant  (via wnq-writers)

[reina-negrita-deactivated201905]

Just because someone desires you, it does not mean that they value you. Read it over. Again. Let those words resonate in your mind.

(via bl-ossomed)

[themotivationjournals]

And I’m trying to learn brave doesn’t always mean building walls and burning people with fire as protection. I’m trying to learn the kind of brave you taught me - pulling down the gates, letting go of control…

Sade Andria Zabala, You Make Me Feel Human (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

I think the problem is that we depend on our lovers to love us the way we should love ourselves

Av.  (via wnq-writers)

[imagination]

[enjoy-the-life-baby]

[inkbyaporia]

I do not want to miss you. I miss your eyes, your intelligence, your hugs and the nature of your smile. I miss saying your name without whispering it into my dreams and I miss seeing you without tearing at the seams. I can’t shake this feeling like maybe, just maybe, we could go back to where we left off. Because we are like strangers now, pretending like we’ve forgotten. Maybe you have. I never will. How do you tell a stranger you remember the shade of their eyes and the cadence of their handwriting, that their name still sounds like a song to you and that their mind is a galaxy to be explored? I’ve been telling myself you’ve changed so much but I’ve always know the truth.The person I miss still exists. I do not want to miss you, but oh, does it burn. Give me hope that we can try again. I want to try again.

A.P. (4.19.16) you still had my number (via inkbyava)

[poetryandthesea]

Sorry for the inconvenience but I will have to interrupt your day, I want you to take a closer look instead of always looking away Look at the hijacked African girls that will never again come home while we suffer the “what’s not covered by the media, is not important anyway” - syndrome Look at the teenage boys and girls who feel like coming out is a war, not accepted by society, crying behind a closed door Take a look at the billions of creatures being slaughtered for human consume, the lack of common sense and empathy, eclipsed by the latest economic boom Look at the “protection of human rights” used as a justification to invade while the priority is usually either geopolitical or an acquisition of trade Look at yourself and never stop rethinking you own interests and deeds, to raise awareness of what is caused by our ignorance and where it leads.

// “sorry for the inconvenience but we are trying to change the world” j.d.m. (via poetryandthesea)

[uglypnis]

[blushurs]

I fell asleep in an acid bath of depression that ate away my skin and burned a hole through my esophagus. People called it a suicide attempt. I skipped art for a week after that. You found my undead corpse filling lemonade cans with vodka on the way to the bus stop that always smelled a bit too much like the cigarettes my father used to smoke, And you stitched up my wrists with your frayed, dirty shoelaces that stained my veins with a hopelessness that spread from my fingertips to my spine. Fast forward a month and we were torturing ourselves just to feel again. We strangled ourselves with seatbelts instead of driving off a cliff because that takes a level of commitment that neither of us had. But I need change like you need a quick fuck. The love we wrote about in chalk got washed away by your tongue when you shoved it down her throat and was painted over by the blood dripping out my skull onto the pavement after I jumped off of your roof.

High School Sweethearts (via flameing)

[melindacarolinee]

I trusted boys I shouldn’t have I let them kiss me when I didn’t want to I did things I regret I’ve kissed a lot I held on longer than I should have I wanted to make sure I gave it everything I had I led on boys I’ve gone on a lot of dates I took time for myself It’s okay to make mistakes That’s life You learn You get wisdom You pass that on to someone else It’s okay

Chapters from my life (via melindacarolinee)

[sexymotorslifestyle]