I either eat too much or starve myself. Sleep for 14 hours or have insomniac nights. Fall in love very hard or hate passionately. I don’t know what grey is. I never did.
(via hazelhirao)
And it has been
one hell
of a year.
I have worn
the seasons
under my sleeves,
on my thighs,
running down my cheeks.
This is what
surviving
looks like, my dear.
Michelle K., It Has Been One Hell of a Year.  (via coyotegold)

orevet:

patrickat:

-teesa-:

3.6.14

Aasif Mandvi interviews Fox Business commentator, Todd Wilemon.

"Why are you poor?  Stop being poor.  Be rich like me!" - Fox News commentators, GOP congressmen, and late night informercials on real estate flipping.

calliopesmuse:

glencocobro:

sizvideos:

Watch Honey Maid’s awesome answer about the backlash they received 

so powerful

This is beautiful and perfect and EXACTLY as the world should be.

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
A. A. Milne, Winnie the Pooh   (via e-s-p-r-i-t)

Wish I could show you guys more than 15 seconds 😒

whatacatchd0nnie:

SHE WAS MY FAVORITE

whatacatchd0nnie:

SHE WAS MY FAVORITE

Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of it’s constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.
Edgar Allan Poe (via esprit-noir)
You had me at a point where I would’ve left the entire world behind for you
2:03am, I really loved you that much. (via hoetion)
What a weary time those years were — to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.
Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye (via larmoyante)
You are not brave because you said no, or brave because you ran away, or because you looked love in the face and said “not today.” There is nothing courageous about the way you left me, open handed, palms outwards, waiting. I was standing at your door and I was saying “I will take you as you are if you will do the same for me.” You didn’t know how to. No one had taught you that wanting someone desperately is like sliding out of your clothes and out of your skin and laying yourself at their feet. All skin and no walls. All soul and no teeth, no metal, no keys. No one had shown you how lovely vulnerability can be. How proud it is to be naked in front of someone. Fully clothed, naked. Arms full of heart. Heart full of rain. Body like an olive branch, I am telling you that I love you today. I am telling you that I am not scared to be fragile in front of you. I am telling you that I trust you to look after my gentle. Keep it safe, don’t keep it hidden. They say that giving your name to someone is giving them power over you. I wrote my name on your wrists. I wrote it in your mouth. Whispered it into your ear. I said “here, this is who I am, do what you will with it. I am not scared. I am not frightened.” Even then, even after that, in that quiet rain filled room I watched you stitch yourself back up again and turn away, I watched you do it without me. I kept my hands open anyway, just in case. Here, the mattress is asking you what you’re doing. Here, the walls have known how you sound when you murmur my name. Here, everything is wondering where your brave is. Where has your courage gone? Where is your wolf? I know that you can feel in colours that haven’t been invented yet. I know that you’re trembling beneath your soldier body. I would have loved you enough for the both of us. Until then, I will run through the streets after dark holding a sign that says ‘I SURVIVED LOVING A MAN WHO DID NOT KNOW HOW TO LOVE ME BACK AND IT WAS GLORIOUS.’
Azra.T “not leaving your heart wide open was the most cowardly thing you’ll ever do”  (via 5000letters)

disnemma:

Four parks. One world.