February 2012
I used to write poetry on everything. Coffee napkins, half-used journals, in my head during my favorite music. I could find the flow of words in the way the wind tickled every living thing it touched in my world. Then I fell in love. And I wrote poetry on her body with my fingers and lips, every time the rhythm and structure differing. Sometimes it was a sonnet, professing my adoration for her...
“I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable,...”
– Agatha Christie (via selfinspiration)
Anonymous asked: I think you are beautiful..
Anonymous asked: you are so beautiful! would you be my late valentine?
“Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then...”
– Karen Marie Moning (via hereidreamtiwasablogger2)
FACT: Being a lesbian doesn't somehow make me your...
Fucking hate when my gut instinct tells me...
This must be the power of The Hunger Games:
I’m sitting at home on a Friday night, drinking a few Coronas, reading my little heart away :)
themusiclibrary:
Some Nights - fun.
Ahhhhh...
“No, you can’t deny women their basic rights and pretend it’s about your...”
– Barack Obama (via thepurestform)
Sometimes, I see glimmers of hope like this is all going to be ok. And I smile and laugh and act like everything is fine, and for a little while I believe it. That this is all going to work out and be something good again.
And then there are times that I don’t feel like that at all. And it knocks me off my balance internally and I feel like I just don’t know if I can let go because my...
I'm in repair. I'm not together, but I'm getting...
bluesmagazine:
Listen now to John Mayer -...
