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Make it stop.
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“We spoke on the phone for an hour at 3 am while being drunk, he told me everything I ever wanted to hear, now I see him again sober in daylight and he won’t speak to me.”
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The 1975
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This is me, Ana.
All of me…and I’m all yours.
What do I have to do to
make you realize that?
To make you see that I
want you any way I can
get you. That I love you.
E.L. James, Fifty Shades Darker
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But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more.
Hans Christian Andersen, The Little Mermaid (via booksqouted)
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This is a poem for my future daughters
Who will all be named after flowers
Reminding them
Every time their name escapes someone’s lips
That a flower needs not compare itself to another
A rose blooms when its time comes
So does the lily, the azaleas
The orchids and the hydrangeas
Flowers do not bother to compete
To see whose beauty they can beat
Flowers do not care
To see who blooms faster than the rest
Flowers do not compare
To see whose colour is brighter
Or whose petals are bigger
I will name my daughter after flowers
So they remember
The lessons a flower teaches
Just because the daisies are a different red than roses
It is not a woe, believe me so
Flowers are appreciated as they are
My daughters will be beautiful as they are
As they are
I will name my daughters after flowers
So they remember
To love fiercely
Opening their hearts
Their petals of kindness
For the world to see
To not be like jewellery
Constantly on display
In television and shop arrays
Ever admired but its care exclusive
Whose love is so expensive
Their attention so selective
To my future little flowers
Your beauty is part of nature’s diversity
The death of love is when it is compared
It is a terrible habit to have
Comparison robs us of bliss
Too busy counting the things that are amiss
To my future little flowers
Bloom when your time comes
Worry not of others
Worry not if you are faster or slower
Bloom when your time comes
Of others, you pay no bother
Learn from the mistakes of your mother
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1. If you don’t like the way he kisses you, you won’t like the way he fucks you. Get up and leave.
2. If he won’t go down on you, but expects you to go down on him, laugh. Get up and leave.
3. If you don’t want to do something and he doesn’t respect that, slap him round the face. Get up and leave.
4. If he isn’t okay with the imperfections on your skin, if he says they turn him off, get up and leave.
5. If you don’t want to shave your legs and he thinks that’s disgusting and refuses to touch them, get up and leave.
6. If he doesn’t see your body as a masterpiece, as a complete work of art, get up and leave.
7. If he makes you feel uncomfortable about any part of your body, get up and leave.
Get up and leave // E.E (via be-fearless-brave-and-kind)
Love this so much
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[I believe] that I belong where I am and [I] deserve to take up space.
Amy Poehler (via someinstances)
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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (via wordsnquotes)
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She wants wreckage, she wants scorched earth, she wants broken glass.
Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride (via ohproserpine)
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Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
Kait Rokowski (via lazypacific)
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Do you ever just lay in bed in your makeup, and perfume in your favorite dress and cry yourself to sleep just because it feels good
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I just want to let them know they didn't break me 💕
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Perhaps the most frightening thing is how natural it feels to wake up on a Sunday morning without you. My body does not remember you. My heart does not remember you. And soon enough, I will not remember you. And it scares me.
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Someone asked me what home was, and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the oceans echoing inside of your ribcage.
EC (via gold-dominion)
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