May 2013
mostlyfiction:
Love isn’t about fucking each other at any opportunity.
It also isn’t about how many months or years that you’ve been together.
To me, love is about being able to see light inside of the person who knows nothing but darkness.
“You might say, “What a dreadful day,” without realizing that the cold, the wind,...”
– Eckhart Tolle (via didyoueatallthisacid)
unvivid:
it’s weird how body parts are considered sacred and secret when you can just take someone’s clothes off and see them, whereas someone’s personality or sense of humour or opinions and mind are all literally invisible, like there’s no way to see what someone’s mind is like without their consent. why don’t we glorify minds more than bodies, aren’t they more sacred and special?
May 7th, 2013
tototoast:
I fell in love with my own tiredness and the way the world looked through blinding sleet and the way my numb fingers would touch lightning and feel nothing, nothing at all.
excalilbur:
finnemoron:
what if
the whole “mirror mirror on the wall who’s the fairest of them all” thing was created so that
little girls would do it in the mirror and
when their reflection didn’t change they’d see how beautiful they are
that is the most beautiful thing i have read all week
April 2013
“Some of us are in indeed attached, however ambivalently, to our disorders, and...”
– Sane, Marya Hornbacher (via babyspooks)
“I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody...”
– Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via fleurlungs)
“I think we seek out people who we hope will fix what our childhood broke.”
– Yasmin Mogahed (via fleurlungs)
Yes, exactly. (via thefucedemo)
March 2013
