my favorite thing in the world
November 14, 2014, 4:43 pm
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Maya Angelou
November 14, 2014, 4:36 pm
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“My wish for you is that you continue. Continue to be who and how you are, to astonish a mean world with your acts of kindness. Continue to allow humor to lighten the burden of your tender heart.”

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November 13, 2014, 8:44 pm
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“It don’t take a whole day to recognize sunshine” -Common



yea, girl
November 12, 2014, 8:30 pm
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“Do what you feel in your heart to be right – for you’ll be criticized anyway.”
― Eleanor Roosevelt



bff
November 6, 2014, 10:01 pm
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Me in Paradise -Brenda Shaughnessy
November 4, 2014, 8:42 pm
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Oh, to be ready for it, unfucked, ever-fucked.
To have only one critical eye that never
divides a flaw from its lesson.

To play without shame. To be a woman
who feels only the pleasure of being used
and who reanimates the user’s

anguished release in a land
for the future to relish, to buy
new tights for, to parade in fishboats.

To scare up hope without fear of hope,
not holding the hole, I will catch
the superbullet in my throat

and feel its astounding force
with admiration. Absorbing its kind
of glory. I must be someone

with very short arms to have lost you,
to be checking the windows
of the pawnshop renting space in my head,

which pounds with all the clarity
of a policeman on my southernmost door.
To wish and not jinx it: to wish

and not fish for it: to wish and forget it.
To ratchet myself up with hot liquid
and find a true surprise.

Prowling the living room for the lightning,
just one more shock,
to bring my slow purity back.

To miss you without being so damn cold
all the time. To hold you without dying otherwise.
To die without losing death as an alternative.

To explode with flesh, without collapse.
To feel sick in my skeleton, in all the serious
confetti of my cells, and know why.

Loving you has made me so scandalously
beautiful. To give myself to everyone but you.
To luck out of you. To make any other mistake.



i’ve found my pablo
October 23, 2014, 9:32 pm
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me: don’t you get tired of cheering me up?
him: never. never ever ever ever in my short-lived life ever.




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