there is this one thing that i’m always doing—
it’s taking ownership of almost everything i can find.
i do this because it’s easier.
because it’s simpler to say, ‘I paid for this, it is mine now.’
than to kiss somebody and ask them, ‘does this mean we
love each other now?’
because it’s easier to find something and take it
to the cashier and say, ‘please wrap this up for me,
I don’t want it to break on the way home.’
but somehow it always does.
somehow i find a way to break somebody or
something before it’s in my hands, unwrapped.
this is what i’m always doing—
my clumsy boulder heart is always breaking buildings
before i can put both feet through the front door.

Salma Deera, Love As The Sound Of Tills and Demolition (via writingwillows)

Wait for someone who bumps mouths clumsily with yours because they’re too busy smiling to kiss you properly. Yeah. Wait for that.

Unknown (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

This quote by Azra (5000letters) has been going strong since I posted it weeks ago which is lovely because it’s a frickin’ treasure so GODDAMMIT why do some of you have remove the author’s name, WHHHHY?!? I’ll randomly click on a reblog every couple days & see it uncredited or to unknown or whatever! The point of that is…. what? Huh?

(via amanda-oaks)

This is how you lose her.

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets.

You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

She remembers when you forget.

You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn her.

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her

This Is How You Lose Her || Junot Diaz    (via 5000letters)

When I was 12 boys slid their hand up my thigh and slapped my butt. I smiled and took it because I didn’t know it was okay to say stop. I didn’t know that I could say no. So, when the principal calls telling me my daughter is suspended for punching a boy who wouldn’t stop touching her, I will cook her favorite meals. When she tells me how she cursed at the boy who wouldn’t move his hands off her knee even though she asked him to, I will smile and pull out her favorite movie to watch together. I will celebrate the fact that she accepts her body as her own and knows she has the right to say no. I never want my daughter to think her body belongs to men, because it is her own and my god should she be proud. I will teach her it’s more than okay to say stop, something I wish I had known when I was that age.

don’t be soft, let the world know you exist // 5-26-14 // 9:01AM (via va-tefaire)



Photo taken during a lightning storm at 2am (It was pitch-black outside and lightning flashed, right as the picture was taken.)

Photo taken during a lightning storm at 2am (It was pitch-black outside and lightning flashed, right as the picture was taken.)

anchored-downnn:

bullshit394:

thernediocregatsby:

darkfather-ihavesinned:

stfunadeen:

hisan-na:


orientaltiger:
Fill your heart with secrets but the only way to read them is if you break your heart. 

i will forever reblog this

i need me one of these.

OMG I WANT ONE

i think every couple should get one and fill it with the little things they love about each other. and then if they’re fighting throw it at a wall and read all the little things that come out and hopefully that will remind them to love again. 

asdfghjkl reblogging for that ^

This is sick! Very creative

anchored-downnn:

bullshit394:

thernediocregatsby:

darkfather-ihavesinned:

stfunadeen:

hisan-na:

orientaltiger:

Fill your heart with secrets but the only way to read them is if you break your heart. 

i will forever reblog this

i need me one of these.

OMG I WANT ONE

i think every couple should get one and fill it with the little things they love about each other. and then if they’re fighting throw it at a wall and read all the little things that come out and hopefully that will remind them to love again. 

asdfghjkl reblogging for that ^

This is sick! Very creative