We Just Want Happiness

"Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn."

[wejustwanthappiness-blog]

People are wrong about sadness. It's not a big, stumbling climax that pushes us into a pit of depression, but the analysis of bitter detail that forces us into a shell of utter melancholy.

[wejustwanthappiness-blog]

Belongingness

I believe in the girls who don't belong I don't belong either-- I'm one of those girls who is young without having any youth. But maybe we don't want to belong, maybe we just want to be loved unconditionally

[interruppted]

Be careful, innocence is what gets men in trouble.

wind your breasts under cotton suffocate them with polyester. God wants you to feel ashamed of showing them off crumpled when someone comments for the first time.

bathe your cheeks in oily wetness rinse them in salty solute freckles make you...

[wejustwanthappiness-blog]

You’re a woman now

Be careful, innocence is what gets men in trouble.

wind your breasts under cotton suffocate them with polyester. God wants you to feel ashamed of showing them off crumpled when someone  comments for the first time.

bathe your cheeks in oily wetness rinse them in salty solute freckles make you look dirty and uniquity gives them authority to pound callous knuckles against your                                                                 cashmere heart.

you grew up sexless but you’re a woman now raze your bumps and bruises practice your sex face                                                                                 while you’re still impressionable.

It’s very disturbing, naturally you will be one of those girls who is young without having any youth.

[inkskinned]

…You’re… you know, curvy.” Oh, I’m ALL curves, baby. I’m curved like icy switchback turns, like a big old pissed-off coiled snake, like bared jaguar jaw, like hungry night, like hornet sting, like silver knife. Oh, I’m curvy alright. Curved like a scythe.

FIGHT ME // r.i.d (via inkskinned)

[wejustwanthappiness-blog]

If you base your life upon a borrowed blueprint...

I wish I wish I wish someone had told me to follow my dreams before they put up their sails and flew flew fluttered away left me stranded with a lead paddle and a giant giant giant hull.

[wejustwanthappiness-blog]

Strip Tease

I've been thinking a lot about facades- of what it really is to be human. The agonizing ripping of cherry blossom masks to expose these fat black hearts. This fleeting fallacy hangs over our heads like a strip tease. Luring, enticing us to shed our armor.

[wejustwanthappiness-blog]

Eviction

I'm the sand between your toes-- easy to entice, hard to wash off. I was exclusive to my authority but now my power is lost in your chest, a leach to your heart. So lover, when I become weathered and wilted like the plant you left in your windowsill without water, I will not float so aimlessly to sea. When you dip your toes in trying to wash me off, I will make a home in the cracks of your skin. Waiting for a more powerful solute to evict me from my home in your heart.

[revolutionizeyourminds-deactiva]

[theyearsofsolitude]

I dream too much, work too little.

Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath. (via an-intelligible-world)

[wejustwanthappiness-blog]

My heartache boy

I cant-- I cant promise not To hurt you But i promise that when My hands are made of hot stoves And my heart is bleeding ink-- You will be the reason i Sink Sink Sink Into myself. Yes you, You will be my reason To burst. But you, You will be my reason To grow ethereal. And you, Darling, you. You feel so damn good.

[wejustwanthappiness-blog]

What it feels like to breathe fireflies

You, Dear sir, yes you-- Ive come to tell you that i have bugs inside of me. You see, i breathe fireflies, and i nest and breed in your disapproval. Yes, you see, I will never be a physician or mathematician, nor will I tend to your domesticity, You see, this essence of self, These words culminating, this tone Resonating, Is the luminescence that makes my Little wings glow. So, you see sir, it is not for you to tame me, so dont you dare try to nurture me. Because i breathe fireflies, And the beams they cast will Wake you At night while you sleep

[gosh]

I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.

 F. Scott Fitzgerald, Flappers and Philosophers (via teenager90s)

[maisjetaime]

"Too many guys think I’m a concept, or I complete them, or I’m gonna make them alive. But I’m just a fucked-up girl who’s lookin’ for my own peace of mind; don’t assign me yours."

Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, 2004 (via maisjetaime)

[inkskinned]

"He thinks he’s gonna play me, but he has no idea what he’s dealing with." // r.i.d

[wejustwanthappiness-blog]

I don't believe in god,

but I believe in the girls who shout back at the crowds

when they are ,

and I believe in boys who have violets in the bags 

under their eyes, 

and write poems to a girl that they'll 

never speak to. 

I believe in the girl who stands out 

because she's a little too loud, 

and is knocked down by the 

virtue of her own strengths.

I believe in her the first time 

she is shattered by your words,

and the last time she 

agrees to be 

silent. 

I believe in the boy who is 

skin and bone,

because he doesn't care

to "lift" or "pump" or 

drug himself into pseudomanhood.

I believe in him when he 

tells his dad he doesn't 

like football, 

and I believe in him when

he falls in love with 

the boy next door.

I don't believe in god,

but I believe in 

faith.

I believe in strengths,

and weaknesses,

and human capacity for 

compassion and 

growth. 

-Faith, r.n.s.

[brokenballads]

"You were reaching for someone else." — Broken Ballads