#we are everything

[texasbama]

Black women are everything. (x)

[mars2moons]

I have a headcannon that me and @moon-storm aren’t even human but are all powerful beings that reside in the void who really only care for few others then each other

[cookiesandwater]

//done for

it's 4:44 am,

and i lie wide awake.

the backs of my eyes hum

with the fatigue they wish would overtake me already,

so i can fall into a much-needed slumber.

but my thoughts are in a frenzy.

sheets tangled into knots,

wrapping me in a suffocating embrace,

drenched in sweat,

and eyes still painfully void of sleep.

i bring my palm to my heart,

only to hear it pulsing his name.

i know i am done for.

it's noon.

i repeat the practiced motions of everyday life,

carrying out my duties in a melancholy monotony,

the world a muted shade of grey.

then, he passes by,

and suddenly—color.

his laughter is divine,

and i wonder how our voices would sound together,

how our sobs would merge into a grand sorrow,

how even silence between us would feel like music.

and, perhaps,

how certain other noises would sound in the dark,

breathless confessions tangled in the sheets,

his name exhaled like a prayer against my lips.

i know i am done for.

it's 7 pm,

and i watch the latest episode of a romance show,

though i do not believe in love anyway.

then, a girl kisses a boy,

and i imagine—

if it were his lips against mine,

if he would taste of summer and watermelon and the ocean,

if he would prop his hand on my waist,

if our heartbeats would be delightfully out-of-sync,

pulsing each other’s names—

not just for eternity,

but for now.

for this moment.

for as long as we exist.

i know.

i am done for.

[longeyelashedtragedy]

VATRENIIIIIIIIII

[secondblooms]

She looks strong because she is strong. She is also sad, she is also joyful.

She grieves in one breath the hardships of the world, and breathes out the calm and love she has to give.

And when she has none to give, she breathes in the love that someone else has offered her, an offering that is simple and also enormous.

She goes about her day, reapplies her lipstick when it's faded, and smiles.

Art by one of my personal favorites: Anna Goranson Hooser

[blvk-orbit]

I love my people.

[miss-voldy]

“Abbiamo un sacco di ore di sonno arretrate, perché parliamo invece di dormire... ma preferisco parlare con lui anziché dormire...”

— noi siamo tutto