1. "We teach our sweet little girls to be liars and fakers from a young age: No, I’m not hungry. Wow, that feels great. No, I don’t blame you. Yes, I love you. No, I’m fine."
    — Michelle K., We Raise Liars (via dragonwhore)

    (via sunshineturtles)


  2. titytwochainz:

    shit real

    shit been real

    and shit just gettin realer 

    (via cuntnessevermean)


  3. "My alone feels so good. I’ll only have you if you’re sweeter than my solitude."
    — Warsan Shire (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

    (via oncewild)

  4. visual-poetry:

    »no in twelve different colors« by stefan brüggemann (+)

    (via wordfury)

  5. (Source: sunplanet1, via thetoshira)

  6. robertshmurder:

    the game is evolving too quickly

    (via bradmajors)


  8. "every time you
    tell your daughter
    you yell at her
    out of love
    you teach her to confuse
    anger with kindness
    which seems like a good idea
    till she grows up to
    trust men who hurt her
    cause they look so much
    like you."
    — to fathers with daughtersrupi kaur (via perfect)

    (via sunshineturtles)


  9. "She stubs out her cigarette in the brown glass ashtray, then settles herself against him, ear to his chest. She likes to hear his voice this way, as if it begins not in his throat, but in his body, like a hum or a growl, or like a voice speaking from deep underground. Like the blood moving through her own heart: a word, a word, a word."
    — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin (via filthiestlaugh)

  10. "[You didn’t show up.]
    I kept waiting."
    — Richard Siken, from “I Had a Dream About You” (via the-final-sentence)

  11. "He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand."
    — Richard Siken, Anyway (via larmoyante)

  12. "Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."
    — Rainer Maria Rilke (via robin-raven-wren)

  13. "I live my life in widening circles that reach out across the world."
    — Rainer Maria Rilke, “Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God” (via tierradentro)

    (via tierradentro)


  14. "In the deepest hour of the night, confess to yourself that you would die if you were forbidden to write. And look deep into your heart where it spreads its roots, the answer, and ask yourself, must I write?"
    — Rainer Maria Rilke (via loathedreality)
  15. swamp-beast:

    yeah kinda

    (via bradmajors)