Meet Virginia



confidence is tragic.intuition magic.shape of body.unusual.

I love you, but I’m mad at you is one of the most freeing, important things you can say in a stable relationship. Does that make sense? To know that you have the ability and the right to be mad at someone and know that it doesn’t mean things are over, that it doesn’t mean things are irreparable. That it just means I’m mad, but God, I love you. I love you. Now leave me alone.
- To be good, to save nothing (via creatingaquietmind)

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When he says
He doesn’t love you anymore,
Roll your shoulders back
And look him in the eye
Even when it feels like your ribs
Are breaking inward, like spider legs.
When he digs up old aches
That he swore he forgave you for,
Smile
And ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner.
Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper
Running all the way up your throat to your mouth.
When he blames you
For mistakes that wear his face,
Do not scream.
Do not cry.
Tell him that there are boys
Who would be proud to say they’d loved you.
Tell him that in two years
You won’t even remember his name
And don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie.
When he leaves
Ignore the howling in your blood
And do not get up after him.
Not even to lock the door.
Do not, do not
Do not.
Smell his shirts when you box them up
To give them back.
Not one.
Swear off dating when you realize
You’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile.
It’s okay to cry over him.
It’s even okay to forgive him.
But do not go back to him.
If he did not know how to love you the first time,
He won’t know how to do it the next.
-

(via bl-ossomed)

for a,

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Some days
you will fight
and it will
never
be enough.

Some days
you will crawl
calm as the sea.

You are allowed
to sink into your bed.
You are allowed
to jump into the fire.

I have yet
to outrun myself,
no matter
how often I have tried.

- Michelle K., Changing Seasons. (via michellekpoems)

Do not write poems
about my lips.
Two soft slivers of peaches
created for you
and you alone
to kiss.
Omit the fact that they are
fire-blown
and spit bullets.

Do not write poems
about my hips.
Thick flesh
devours you.
Please.
They break for sons,
bend for daughters,
I hold a universe of my own
between them.

Do not write poems
about my hands.
Do not tell fools
they were molded
perfectly
to fit into yours.
You will bend your fingers
to interlace with my
unmoving mountains.

Do not write poems
about me,
do not inspire myths
to defend my honor
or inspire my femininity.

I am more
than your simple
uninspired
words.

- Michelle K., Do Not Write Poems… (via michellekpoems)

purr-purrr:

sun-dreamer:

My pussy is winking at chu suckas

I see you stripping the credit off my caption for my picture. And I am not amused

purr-purrr:

sun-dreamer:

My pussy is winking at chu suckas

I see you stripping the credit off my caption for my picture. And I am not amused

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I have feelings too. I am still human. All I want is to be loved, for myself and for my talent.
- Marilyn Monroe (via feellng)

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eluciidate:

pretending to be sober at convenience stores

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