I'm gonna redefine the definition of original.
Of course I am not worried about intimidating men. The type of man who will be intimidated by me is exactly the type of man I have no interest in.
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, TedxEuston (x)I fall in love with people’s passion. The way their eyes light up when they talk about the thing they love and the way they fill with light.
(via bodhi-sukha)
Wednesday Jun 6 @ 07:02pm
I’m sorry you were not truly loved and that it made you cruel.
Warsan Shire (via glorious—headfuck)I am the poison that I constantly consume. And you are the antidote.
Unknown Author (via lizardscarlett)Be patient with others. Be patient with their small annoyances, with their behaviour, with their speech, with their every being. Be patient with them. For your own sanity.
(via dylanliu)
Daniel Day Lewis, getting ice cream with his father, poet Cecil Day Lewis.
Remember when I was never this sexy with my shaved head.
‘debbie was a world class set of bones…she’s every dream waitress you ever wanted to fuck but never did, distilled into a very knowing, streetwise, reserved, cool way of being about her.’ - iggy pop
photo by bob gruen
When you love someone, and you love them with all your heart, it never disappears when you’re apart. And when you love someone and you’ve done all you can do, you set them free, and if that love was true…when you love someone it will all come back to you.
Forget Paris (via letit-slide)I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.
And I will not be afraid
of your scars.
I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.
