melisica
I was just asked to really think about what I would want to do if today was the last day of my life. As if it were planned. And I’m confused now. Because I did not think about anything crazy or mischevious. I just thought. Fuck. I’d have to say goodbye to the wrong person. I don’t know. I feel sick because I thought of you first. And I really shouldn’t of thought of you first.
//“I’m starting to wonder if I’m constantly trying to escape from the reality that it’s always going to be you in the end.” (via theproblemswithmissingyou)
#Skulls #Bones #Calaveras #Huesos
Society puts too much emphasis on physical beauty.
And this, we all know.
But when I tell a girl that she’s beautiful, and she laughs as if it’s a joke,
I have to wonder.
Or when I tell a boy that his smile is glorious, and the first thing to slip his mouth is
“Kids used to make fun of my teeth, you know? I don’t like my smile much.”
I can’t help but be concerned.
Because I see myself in them.
I don’t fully believe anyone who tells me I’m beautiful,
immediately I search for an ulterior motive.
And whenever I’m complimented, I remember each and every hateful word that once hung on my shoulders.
It’s only when someone compliments something other than my physical beauty that I embrace it.
So when I tell the boy that he is unimaginably intelligent,
he blushes, and takes it bashfully.
Society has put so much emphasis on physical beauty,
that it has caused us to deny our own.
Your physical beauty exists.
And it is much more than what you have been trained to see.
On Physical Beauty. |(Morsus Engel)| (via actuates)
If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself.
1984 (George Orwell)
Mm.
(via moonsinscorpio)
Source: wordsthat-speak
And inside, she was a tornado of contradictions.
She was happy, but she was sad.
She was smart, but she was failing a few classes.
She was nice, yet she had mood swings that left her cranky and mad.
She was beautiful, but didn’t feel it.
And she was strong, but sometimes felt weak, as she let the tears flow freely, and hoped for change.
a-long-lost-world (via wnq-writers)
Source: wnq-writers.com
wordsnquotes
But my words become stained with your love.
You occupy everything, you occupy everything.
Pablo Neruda, So That You Will Hear Me (via blissxtide)
Source: wordsnquotes.com
imnotmugglee-deactivated2018022
Eye contact is way more intimate than words will ever be.
(via luftleer)
drinkt0forget-deactivated202303
I am not a fixer upper, I am who I am. I am damaged, but I am beautiful. I am fucking art and you do not have the paintbrush, I do. I fucking do.
Art//5:51pm (via drinkt0forget)