a nine letter word.

You can find me somewhere between who I am and who I could be. This universe is too small for the both of us so until then I'm tryna find who I am.

*I will not censor myself on here for anyone else's comfort.

twinntastic-vegan-princes:

evilfeminist:

Today, I read an article about a woman with HIV who was raped. The man that attacked her is now HIV positive. All of the commentary surround this was about how she should have told him she was HIV+ and that women with HIV should have a badge or special underwear so that this doesn’t happen to another man. It is 12:12am and I am already done with the world. 

That is rape culture

(via dope-virgin)

When you kiss someone, kiss them with both hands, kiss them like you are holding on tight and won’t let go. Lean in for the kiss like you are both in a musical and the score is swirling around you — as if your dress or her dress or both of your dresses will be blown up by the wind at any moment. Pretend you are like people who are holding each other after a long war is over and peace has been declared and you are being photographed in black and white. Kiss them like it’s going to be hung on someone’s wall someday, as a reminder of what love can be like…Forget that your mouths are both filled with booze or coffee or that you have a million other things on your mind. Kiss them like this is the moment you’ve been waiting for all night or waiting for all of your life.

—Nico Lang, “Kiss Like You Mean It” (via lacohan)

(Source: lostgal49, via banananutmuffintopshop)

I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.

—Anne Sexton (via theglasschild)

(via theglasschild)

emeraldsavage:

I bloom when I see humans doing things I’ve fantasized about for years. We give ourselves such limitations, to see one break from “normalcy” and let loose in a way we do not often have a chance to observe is a new sense of intimacy. It is an emotional voyeurism/catharsis in which we observe the relationship a human body has with it’s internal self. That is true intimacy.

(Source: darksilenceinsuburbia, via breakableheat)