I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.

 Andrea Gibson 

Everything you love is here

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Mamuraaaaaaaa!!!! ☺️

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iglovequotes:

Daily dose of love quotes here

Choice

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Daily dose of love quotes here

Choice

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Ah yes, the head is full of books. The hard part is to force them down through the bloodstream and out through the fingers.
Edward Abbey, Postcards from Ed: Dispatches and Salvos from an American Iconoclast (via wordsnquotes)

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You’ve become my poem. I wrote this for a person whose presence and absence made me write. People who write would know what this is about: How a person surfaces over everything you ever write. #handwritten 😊

You’ve become my poem. I wrote this for a person whose presence and absence made me write. People who write would know what this is about: How a person surfaces over everything you ever write. #handwritten 😊

When I was about nine years old,
I wanted to be a boy.

In my mind, boys had everything.
Boys had it easy. Boys had it made.

I didn’t get along very well with
other girls because I would
rather be covered in mud than
in makeup. I would rather
skin knees than stab backs.
Boys ran their mouths and
ran the school while my
patience ran a little bit thin.
But that’s not what girls did.
Girls kept pretty and girls
kept quiet and girls kept
themselves together.

When I was about nine years old,
I realized the biggest difference
between boys and girls to me
was that boys never seemed
to think before they spoke
and I would watch girls
swallow their words like
they were pills made
for horses.

But to boys, there was more
than just that. There was
something in them that
told them girls were weak,
when all I could see was the
strength seeping out of their
pores as they bit the strongest
muscle in their body until it bled.
There was something in
them that told them
girls were worse, when
all I could see was every girl
in a race to better themselves
before the ideal image
of a perfect girl changed
once again.

Even at nine years old,
there was nothing better to me,
than girls.

But I wanted to be a boy, I think,
only because I wanted, just once,
to be picked first to play ball,
to show them I could run just as fast,
kick just as hard,
win just as fiercely.

I wanted to prove myself,
as a girl, that I could be everything
a boy was,
and then some.

When I was about nine years old,
as I hurriedly tried to tie up
my shoes to race others
to the field,
I heard the phrase:
“You can’t play for our team,
you’re a girl.”

I remember thinking,
“But why does that make a difference?”
Until I turned fifteen years old.

When I was about fifteen years old,
I realized that I did not want to
be a boy any more.
I wanted the freedom and
the power and the worth
every boy I grew up with
felt he had.

I wanted to be an equal.

When I was about fifteen years old,
and heard,
“You can’t play for our team”
as I laced up my heartstrings
like a pair of battered cleats,

I learned to say, with a huge smile,
and a nod, remembering
girls and their strength
and their beauty and their poise
and their ability to keep everything
in and everybody out and
hold together a family or bring
down an army,
“It’s okay. I play for the other team
anyway”.

GIRLS by K.P.K

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Wao.

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"I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will." #JaneEyre

"I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will." #JaneEyre

He kept making her feel like it was safe to smile.

Mamura😍

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there are two types of heartbreak:

there’s the kind
you long for
but would never admit it:
the bitter-sweet love
when you indulge
in suffering
caused by imaginary scenarios
that only sound fascinating
in your head;
you wallow in melancholy
like you were tasting
fine wine

and then there’s

the kind you never want
to experience
when your heart feels
like an air balloon
full of black holes
and little by little
you lose
all the air
from your lungs
the only thing
that remains
is the aching emptiness
heavier than the world
overwhelming
and swallowing you
till there’s nothing
left.

fiore-selvatico (via wordsnquotes)

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