I'm guns and roses I've got a taste for destruction.

"You’re a very sad girl."

Wow, so that happened.
New roommate has known me for three days. 
Apparently my sadness pours out of me? I’ve never meant for that to become my domineering quality. When did I stop hiding it? I thought I was better, or getting better? I’m supposed to be focusing on my good, and letting my light shine and radiate through me.

There is nothing good about stamping ‘sad’ across your forehead. Sadness is not a cute and quirky little personality charm.
There is no warmth here, the heart cannot grow.

"She buried her ears into the calm of his heartbeat, and in a matter of seconds: fell terribly in love with the way her loneliness fell softly and suddenly, asleep, in his chest.”
Christopher Poindexter (via larmoyante)

So happy being back to adventures in Ottawa. Happy girl. ^-^ xo

"Feminism isn’t about making women stronger. Women are already strong. It’s about changing the way the world perceives that strength.”
— G.D Anderson  (via narcissasmalfoy)
"My mouth can’t translate the things my heart says.”
— Jin Akanishi (via cinness)
"My heart didn’t break into a thousand pieces after he left. Instead, I realized all the things he didn’t do. He didn’t want to hear my stories. He didn’t ask me questions. He didn’t hug me out of the blue to make me feel good. His hugs were always a preamble to something else, and after he was gone, I wondered if he ever knew me at all.”
— Diane Les Becquets (via fleurlungs)

Oh Glory, come and find me

"I need to kiss you so badly. One of those kisses where I’m pressing against you as much as possible and my hands are in your hair and moving down your back, clutching to you in any way I can, kissing you as deeply as possible and thinking you’re mine, mine mine.
— Me, to you (via heartsworldsapart)
"Depression is stupid and not a thing that makes me a better writer. One time I went a whole year without writing and I stayed in bed and drank. Fuck your Bukowskisms. I want sunlight and love and running down some street I’ve never been on where it’s warm and cool at the same time and I’m smiling. I want nothing to ever be bad again- and I don’t mean that I want a life free of conflict, I mean that I want a life free of meaningless conflict. Not being able to will oneself to take a shower or leave the house is meaningless. There is nothing to be gained, no lesson to be learned from that kind of life. My heart is stale, my prose is stale. Give me fire if you want to hurt me. Give me something I can taste. There’s nothing romantic or mysterious about where I am. There’s nothing here worth holding onto.”
By Joshua Espinoza  (via quibbler)
""Anaconda" shifts the common narrative of a man conquering female bodies to Minaj’s own stories of sexcapades without apologies. Towards the end, the only man in the video appears: Drake, seated in the middle of an empty room with roaming spotlights and Minaj treating him to a lap dance. In the final seconds, he reaches to touch Minaj’s ass after she had been flaunting it in his face, and she immediately swats his hand and struts away. Her body belongs to her, and she can twerk it and work it however she pleases, and she doesn’t owe anything to anyone.”
Nicki Minaj’s Unapologetic Sexuality is Not a Crisis | Bitch Media (via brutereason)
"The second year of college is when all the trouble starts
like an endless bucket of cold water being poured over
your head from the top of a building because it hurts
when it hits you. A best friend is a buffer like an umbrella
and even if it doesn’t lessen the blow of the water at least
you have something to hold on to when the downpour comes.”
— Marianna Paige, "I can’t talk right now, I have no best friend" (via mariannapaige)
"Your woodpecker heart
is knocking at the
wrong trees again,
and you don’t have anywhere to put
the destruction in you.
I don’t know what knocked
it out of you this time,
but I do know that you’re
more than a home
that couldn’t survive the storm.
And you’re more than
the wind that caused it
in the first place.”
— Y.Z, reconstruction and reinvention (via rustyvoices)
"Los escritores son exorcistas de sus propios demonios.”
Mario Vargas Llosa (via findingnghiemo)

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