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infractos:

its so hard to be positive when you’re bleeding from your vagina

(Source: flourei, via theproserpina)

awestiles:

You’re in love with him, and he’s in love with you, and it’s like a goddamn tragedy, because you look at him and see the stars, and he looks at you and sees the sun. And you both think the other is just looking at the ground.

(via 5000letters)

5000letters:

i wanna be the kinda girl that someone writes devastating, bloody poetry about, or an entire album like ‘for emma’ or lyrics like ‘and her kiss the colour of a constellation falling into place’ 

"At some point it becomes true that all stories
are love stories. all making, love making.
I didn’t make this rule. but it binds me
all the same. I wish there were a law
against condescending against love. against
the economy of fear that says your joy
means less joy for me as if love
were pie, or money, or fossil fuel
dug or pumped from the earth, gone
when it’s gone. it’s just not true. the heart
with its gift for magnificent expansion
is not coal. not fruit set to spoil or the dollar
cringing in its wallet. when you say darling,
the world lights up at its edges. when mouths
find mouths and minds follow or minds find
minds and mouths, hands, hips, toes, follow –
how about you call that sacred. how about you raise
your veined right hand and swear on the blood
that branches there, yes. I take this crush
to be my lawful infatuation. I will bend toward joy
until the bending’s its own pleasure. I will memorize
photographs and street maps, I will acquiesce
to the maudlin urgency of pop songs and dance,
and dance – there’s a perfection only the impossible kiss
possesses. there are notes you can only hear naked
in the dark of a room to which you will never
return. anything that moves the world toward light
is a blessing. why not take it with both hands,
lift it to your lips like a broth of stars. this
is the substance that holds our little atoms together
into bodies. this sweet paste of longing
is all that binds us to the earth.
and all we know of the gods.
" - Marty McConnell, “Three of Cups” (via letters-to-nobody)

(via 5000letters)

notebookings:

mecha-bun:

id rather be vain than learn to hate myself again

(Source: bruhnilla, via 5000letters)

mrymorstn-archive:

you know those people who are just luminous, like they’re so beautiful and everything they do is endearing and all you can do is stare and hope that some of their light hits you someday. maybe it’s not even romantic but they’re just such people, they’re humans, and they’re so beautiful that you cannot make yourself look away

(via 5000letters)

"And then my soul saw you and it kind of went “Oh there you are. I’ve been looking for you." - I Wrote This For You  (via 5000letters)

(Source: 13neighbors, via 5000letters)

Me: I wanna do something
Anxiety:
Anxiety:
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Anxiety:
Anxiety:
Anxiety: No you dont
Me: But
Anxiety: No
"We need women who are so strong they can be gentle, so educated they can be humble, so fierce they can be compassionate, so passionate they can be rational, and so disciplined they can be free." - Kavita Ramdas, in her commencement speech to Mount Holyoke graduates (via weissewiese)

(Source: redheadnonsense, via 5000letters)