A Lot like L.O.V.E

"You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for."
— Richard Siken

“If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?”

—   

Kendrick Lamar


This line encapsulates the concept of a good kid in a bad city, and it cuts into one of the most moral questions in human existence: Can good come from evil? The best part about the line, as is true of the best poetry, is that it doesn’t answer the question it asks. For Kendrick’s immediate purposes, he’s the flower and the city is the dark room. The question is: Can you trust him?

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(via turrrbulence)

queenofmisandrists:

  • date the kind of people who will still respect you when you no longer love them
  • date the kind of people who will still respect you when they no longer love you
  • do not waste your emotional capacities on people whose respect for you is conditional

(via famousfiasco)

so-personal:

everything personal♡

so-personal:

everything personal♡

(Source: unadjectable, via 4oh20)

“Panic is the sudden realization that everything around you is alive.”

—   William S. Burroughs  (via alunaes)

(Source: seabois, via yellow-wellies)

rebelegancy:

queenmosss:

sassygalstudios:

Frida Gustavsson sassin’ up the catwalk like a queen

so much sass

dirty fashion 

rebelegancy:

queenmosss:

sassygalstudios:

Frida Gustavsson sassin’ up the catwalk like a queen

so much sass

dirty fashion 

(via unimportant)

(Source: fuckyeahmarlon, via unimportant)

“I wish somebody had told me that loving people, knowing how to love those people, and those people loving you back were three entirely different things.”

—   Della Hicks-Wilson  (via lullabysounds)

(Source: dellahickswilson, via cynicalandnaiive)

El autobús.

pupilaslejanas:

Te preguntas por qué diciembre
te eligió a ti entre tanta gente
mientras te pintas los ojos para ver
si cambia el mundo.
Tiras las preguntas sobre la cama
como quien vacía un bolso en ella
y te viene a la cabeza el día en que rompisteis
y se os atravesó el destino en la garganta.

“Marry a man who loves you more than you love him. A woman will always give more than what is necessary to her lover. It is ingrained into her, like maternity. But even when a man loves you more, he will still only be able to meet you halfway.”

—   Rihanna (relaying advice given to her by her deceased grandmother)

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kyrafic:

monobeartheater:

intrnetvibes:

jay gatsby’s car was a real hit with the ladies

i know literally nothing about great gatsby but i know tumblr and with that knowledge i am 500% sure that jay gatsby hits some motherfucker with his car

Tumblr: gateway to great literature.

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“sext: let me touch you in the places that make you cry yourself to sleep at night. I will remind you that you are beautiful and explosive like supernovas. I will show you that you are so much more than a fireball. You are an explosion of light. You are every bit a star.”

—   m.n. (via unscriptedconfabulationmn)

petalpunx:

stay away from people who make you feel like you are hard to love

(via -theperfectmistake)