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“To die would be a grand adventure”

Robin Williams as Peter Pan (Banning) in Hook. (via disneyforeverlives)

“It’s all about falling in love with yourself and sharing that love with someone who appreciates you, rather than looking for love to compensate for a self love deficit.”

Eartha Kitt (via fleurlis)


I.
five sets of two hands, fingers spread wide
my best friend lying next to me squeaks out
“never have I ever masturbated”
a chortle and a shrug between the boys as they flick down their obligatory fingers
and I can’t help but feel a twinge in my stomach as my pinky follows suit
the silence in the room is thick and grey and suddenly sliced by
“…really?”
yes really.
have you ever experienced fun?

II.
I pull away a hair caught in my scarlet lipstick
in my reflection I see my table mate from english class
behind me she blinks twice and scoffs
“who are you trying to impress?”
the bathroom door is closed behind her before I can ask
the last time she did something to impress herself.

III.
before a trip to the mall
one of my friends spends two hours
perfecting her bronzer
and choosing the perfect pair of shoes
the other rubs in dry shampoo
and is out the door in less than five minutes
they are two of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen.

IV.
my father calls me beautiful through a mouthful of popcorn
as I pour a glass of milk to accompany my now third piece of leftover birthday cake
he plants a kiss on my cheek and I grin as I wipe it away.

V.
she asks me what to do to start loving herself
and I send her away to my full length mirror
and demand to only speak to her
when she’s found something to adore
the way I did with my knobby knees
and tiger-striped hips
and big square teeth
fifteen minutes go by
and she finally points to the freckles on her nose
splits into a grin
the one that makes everyone weak in the knees
and I watch the lightbulb go off above her head
as she realizes
it’s never been her job to hate her body

VI.
i tell my sister she looks cute today
and the look on her boyfriend’s face
when she blurts out “damn right I do!”
is priceless.

VII.
I used to worry that I’d never find someone who loved me at all
and now my biggest fear
is finding someone who can adore me as much as I’ve come to.

seven thoughts on self love that came to me before I got my driver’s license (llb)

“A part of me wants you
in the most innocent way possible:
taking off your shoes in my bedroom,
climbing under the sheets and watching
whatever’s in my Netflix queue,
barely even touching
as we talk about our days until we
fall asleep with our
clothes still on.

But another, hungrier part of me
wants you unbuttoning your shirt
before you’re completely through my door,
falling onto my bed, and
scrambling to make your fingers
unbutton my shirt faster
Your mouth shaking out
my name the entire time.”

Safe To Say A Lot’s Going Through My Head When I Think About You | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

I do not want you if you only want me
with the lights off.

Too many people have loved me like a secret;
like porn magazines stashed under the bed;
like a period stain or childhood trauma
or a monster they’re fucking scared of.
No.
Love me like a line from your favorite song;
like a swear word; a nasty habit;
like the tattoos on your right arm.
Love me like a funny story
you can’t wait to share with family and friends.
Love, will you want me? Will you love me that way?

Turn the lights on, baby.
I want to be the secret
you don’t know how to keep.

Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) | Worst Kept Secret (via surfandwrite)

“A white man is promoted: He does good work, he deserved it.
A white woman is promoted: Whose dick did she suck?
A man of color is promoted: Oh, great, I guess we have to “fill quotas” now.
A woman of color is promoted: j/k. That never happens.”

Accurate as fuck comment (via supernatasha)

“How odd, I can have all this inside me
and to you it’s just words.”

David Foster Wallace, The Pale King (via 25184)

“i write in black sharpie on my skin
and take cold showers with boys with dark
hair and nicotine addictions.
they know of my vanilla skin
but not my name.
i do not care for them.
when my mother ask how i am
i tell her i’ve been crying too much
because the boys only like me pretty,
ya know’, black stockings
and burgundy lipstick.
but you loved me ugly and
i can’t stop burning dandelions,
in memory of your eyes.
i need to be more careful,
i’m out of bandaids and
my sadness now has lace trim.”

Abbie Nielsen, Burning Dandelions (viapassionandcoffeestains)


I.
five sets of two hands, fingers spread wide
my best friend lying next to me squeaks out
“never have I ever masturbated”
a chortle and a shrug between the boys as they flick down their obligatory fingers
and I can’t help but feel a twinge in my stomach as my pinky follows suit
the silence in the room is thick and grey and suddenly sliced by
“…really?”
yes really.
have you ever experienced fun?

II.
I pull away a hair caught in my scarlet lipstick
in my reflection I see my table mate from english class
behind me she blinks twice and scoffs
“who are you trying to impress?”
the bathroom door is closed behind her before I can ask
the last time she did something to impress herself.

III.
before a trip to the mall
one of my friends spends two hours
perfecting her bronzer
and choosing the perfect pair of shoes
the other rubs in dry shampoo
and is out the door in less than five minutes
they are two of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen.

IV.
my father calls me beautiful through a mouthful of popcorn
as I pour a glass of milk to accompany my now third piece of leftover birthday cake
he plants a kiss on my cheek and I grin as I wipe it away.

V.
she asks me what to do to start loving herself
and I send her away to my full length mirror
and demand to only speak to her
when she’s found something to adore
the way I did with my knobby knees
and tiger-striped hips
and big square teeth
fifteen minutes go by
and she finally points to the freckles on her nose
splits into a grin
the one that makes everyone weak in the knees
and I watch the lightbulb go off above her head
as she realizes
it’s never been her job to hate her body

VI.
i tell my sister she looks cute today
and the look on her boyfriend’s face
when she blurts out “damn right I do!”
is priceless.

VII.
I used to worry that I’d never find someone who loved me at all
and now my biggest fear
is finding someone who can adore me as much as I’ve come to.

seven thoughts on self love that came to me before I got my driver’s license (llb)

“I will not do anal with someone who has such a slender grasp on grammar!”

Matty Healy on a sign that said “Let’s Get Anal” (x)

“It’s about a prostitute, but not in a misogynistic or glamorizing way. I was, like, 19, and I met this woman who I didn’t actually have sex with, but she was a prostitute. It was my obsession with the utilization of femininity, and how it has power over everything. Over intellect, over anything that a man hold dear to himself. I think that that song is an ode to how I was very impressed with her as a young man.”

Matty Healy on the meaning of “Woman” /x/ (via typical-healy)

“I want to know what passion is. I want to feel something strongly.”

Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (via quotes-shape-us)

“If you leave, please stay gone”

Cc (six word story)

“Everyone is a lesson.”

A reminder (via black—lamb)

“I don’t feel very good about myself. 
People always leave me. 
Nobody can stand me for very long. 
I wish I could cut my tongue out, 
or take out the part of my brain 
that has opinions. Or cares. 
I wish I could be simple. 
Be quiet, introverted, or shy. 
I’m half way in between a wallflower 
at a party and Elvis Presley. 
People love one or the other. 
In between is no place to be.”

Taken from a one page play by Jack White (via papermassacres)