Who has anything to say?

"She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city." Roman Payne

[words-and-coffee]

“My father worked in the steel mill, spending long hours among the molten metal that solidified into a mass as hard as his own will.”

—

LeoDuhVinci, 

I’m employed by a tailor, but I do not know where he gets his suits

[theglasschild]

There is this moment, this brief moment, when you catch your reflection somewhere, by accident. In a window, a mirror, a rear view. A split second on your way to something but it hits like a knife and you trace it back with your eyes, with your steps, to yourself, to that girl, starring back at you. This is how you look. This is how the world sees you. Walking to wherever you’re walking, buying groceries, eating lunch. This is you look. You tilt your head, going deeper into your own eyes, observing your own expression. You look tired. A little sad, but also angry. You’re paler than you thought, lips dry.

There is this brief split second with yourself that feels like an eternity. People keep running, busses keep going, but your moment stopped. This is how you look. This is how the world sees you. – Charlotte Eriksson

Art by Yvan Favre

[wnq-unknown]

And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.

Unknown | @wnq-unknown (via wnq-unknown)

[starfoozle]

“…fight me,” I mumble from where I’m lying motionless under three different blankets with no intention of moving any time soon.

[thepersonalquotes]

[teenagecrush]

[hplyrikz]

I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.

Jenna, Waitress (via hplyrikz)

Clear your mind here

(via hplyrikz)

[inkipri]

[thepersonalquotes]

[just-shower-thoughts]

Cell phones should give you an option to set warning messages when you try and send a text to certain contacts.

[adrenaline]

[thepersonalquotes]

[adrenaline]

via weheartit

[adrenaline]

[agrownwomansromance-deactivated]

“will u marry me?”

“okie dokie”

[beejars]

[averagefairy]

as soon as the “I can just wake up really early tomorrow and do it” thought pops into your brain it’s over. like at that point……. you are genuinely and thoroughly Fuckd’t