we are all going forward. none of us are going back.

"God probably made you and said ‘Yes. She’s what I meant to do.’"

- Azra T., 5000letters (via alonesomes)

flowury:

oh NO a GIRL!!!!!! with HAIR in places that HAIR GROWS !!!! AHH!!!!!

zerrrrrie:

the thing about people finding out you like one direction is that once they do they assume all you do is listen to one direction and everything you do is about one direction even though it is but that’s not the point

ecstasylagoon:

exhibition-ism:

Lee Price creates realistic oil paintings, that show women and food in their intimate and private settings. The pictures are self-portraits of her, getting excessive with food that is considered indulgent, forbidden, or comforting. Her works addresses the intersections of food with body image, addiction, and unabating desire.

via IGNANT 

PLEASE GOD LET THIS BE ALL WOMEN

"i’m sick to death of this particular self. i want another."

- orlando, virginia woolf (via thegirlandherbooks)
"I can’t stand it to think my life is going so fast and I’m not really living it."

- Ernest Hemingway  (via m-ongoloid)
"

You found me, mouth like a pomegranate
picking flowers in my mother’s field.
An invitation of sorts.
You took it as one and spent five months
thinking about slipping your fingers into my mouth.
I think the Earth changed the day we met,
It had been waiting for you to bare your teeth
and swallow me whole
It had been waiting for the cup of your palm
around my neck except you didn’t have to beg baby
you said “let me show you what flowers look like
from the earth up.”
and I said “yes, please. Show me your flowers,
show me your dead, show me your fingers.”
My mother warned me about gods like you,
hungry, greedy gods like you
all desire and no thought
all want and no logic
I was the same.
I skipped with you into hell
Artemis knows dragged, I know this:
I held my arms outwards and let you tie them
so softly that I asked what they were made of
and you said “prayers.”
We kissed at the entrance, open-mouthed
furious kisses
we kissed like we were starving,
kissed like the dead were crawling out of hell
I decorated your dark with flowers
and sat on your lap and fed you petals.
It makes me burn when they say
“Hades stole Persephone.”

and I tell them “No.
I stole him.”

"

- Azra.T “Persephone”  (via 5000letters)

tungstens:

we all have a favorite eyebrow

"

When you live in the dark for so long, you begin to love it. And it loves you back, and isn’t that the point? You think, the face turns to the shadows, and just as well. It accepts, it heals, it allows.

But it also devours.

"

- Carver, Raymond. Late Fragment.  (via mirroir)
"We still groped for each other on the backstairs or in parked cars as the road around us grew glossy with ice and our breath softened the view through the glass already laced with frost, but more frequently I was finding myself sleepless, and he was running out of lullabies. But damn if there isn’t anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills."

- Richard Siken, Crush (via r3v0luti0nary)
"I hate this idea that people will love you in spite of something. Or find you attractive because they’re “looking past” something. What’s wrong with dating someone who thinks I’m sexy as hell? Not just someone who is looking past my hideousness for the sake of my shining personality."

- Fat Girl Posing  (via weaverofstars)