FullyFreckled
dressyourthoughts:

cafai:
"Because Im deluded and perfectly flawed, I shall live by passion and not by law"

omg this is such nice placement also ahhh

dressyourthoughts:

cafai:

"Because Im deluded and perfectly flawed, I shall live by passion and not by law"

omg this is such nice placement also ahhh

halleberiberi:

Why you gotta rip my heart like this.
Why.

And the days that I keep my gratitude higher than my expectations, I have really good days.
Ray Wylie Hubbard (via yesdarlingido)
I'm expected to recite a poem at my schools open-mic night. I like your taste so I was wondering if you have any suggestions?
Anonymous

observando:

This is one of my favourites, from Maya Angelou:

Phenomenal woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

—Maya Angelou

fuckreiva:

i was reading through my journal and i found this one page and it broke me

fuckreiva:

i was reading through my journal and i found this one page and it broke me

anachronica:

It’s strange how you can miss someone and still never want to see them again

writingsforwinter:

The first time our eyes met, everything evolved.

My lungs expanded at a rate of six cubic centimeters per second

to keep up with the amount of future times you’d make me lose my breath,

and all five of the Great Lakes flooded their banks

in preparation for the torrential downpour caused by the…