(via ttimshel)
“April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.”
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.”
— T.S. Eliot, The waste land (via ttimshel)
(via ttimshel)
(via sydrusso)
(via vercin)
man: has anyone ever told you you’re beautiful?
me: oh no sir, today is my first day out of doors and papà forbade mirrors in the house lest we fall victim to vanityI’ve been laughing at this on and off for two straight days
(via ladyofrage)
“what i never
learned
from my mother
was that
just because someone desires you
does
not mean they value you.
desire is the kind of thing that
eats you
and
leaves you starving.”
learned
from my mother
was that
just because someone desires you
does
not mean they value you.
desire is the kind of thing that
eats you
and
leaves you starving.”
— The Color of Low Self Esteem (Nayyirah Waheed)
(Source: wordsthat-speak, via internal-acceptance-movement)
(via ladyofrage)
(via redsridinghood)