People don’t talk to me.They talk to my shadow,my body.They don’t talk to my soul.They never did.
― (via nauughty)
give your daughters difficult names. give your daughters names that command the full use of tongue. my name makes you want to tell me the truth. my name doesn’t allow me to trust anyone that cannot pronounce it right.
― Warsan Shire (via laevoe)
Have enough courage to trust love one more time and always one more time.
― Maya Angelou (via disbar)
You may think that your only choices are to swallow your anger or throw it in someone’s face. But there is a third option; you can just let it go. And only when you do that is it really gone, and you can move forward.
― Ted Mosby, HIMYM (via ohlovequotes)
And earth was heaven a little the worse for wear. And heaven was earth, done up again to look like new.
― Wilkie Collins, The Moonstone (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)
In desperate love, we always invent the characters of our partners, demanding they be what we need of them, and then feeling devastated when they refuse to perform the role we created in the first place.
― Elizabeth Gilbert (via ohlovequotes)
I have never before had such a strong feeling that I was devoid of secret dimensions, confined within the limits of my body, from which airy thoughts float up like bubbles.
― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea (via whyallcaps)
we shed.
bad days.
eventually.
'in the blue' by Della Hicks-Wilson (via dellahickswilson)
And he will love you.
open mouth,
closed mouth,
as a mouth that crawled out of his mother’s
womb with his eyes open.
He is not the sort of person people warn you about.
His hands are wind on cheek as they pick your petals to see
how long it takes before you’re shivering.
how long it takes before you realise that you need his
warmth because your own is not enough.
Convinces you that he’s a picture of man made to love.
That he can forgive every wrong you’ve done in this life,
and the next life,
and the one after that.
And then suddenly, your wrongs become a bargaining chip.
suddenly you understand how lions look under soft hair.
and suddenly you wish you had lived a life before this life.
You wish you could have met him and said
keep your forgiving hands away.
But instead you’ll say
try to forgive me even if your gods tell you not to
― Salma Deera, The Art Of Forgiving Monsters  (via writingwillows)