"One day you’ll kiss someone and know those are the lips you want to kiss for the rest of your life."
"I hope you one day realize what it’s like to have a
poet’s brain. How impossible it becomes to hold a
pen without having it tremble in anticipation to scrawl
out your name. How binding it feels to know that even
a poem dedicated to your current lover will always somehow
trace back to an ex; invisible threads linking hidden messages
inside the ‘I love you’s’, converting them for your eyes to see
as ‘I miss you’s’. The inner sections of my fingers are
calloused from holding a cigarette to my mouth instead of a
pencil because sometimes I feel that’s less self-destructive
than dedicating another goddamn poem to you. Your touch
was like a brand on my brain, a seal I could never distract
myself from because it burns just as hot today as the night
you pressed your scolding touch to my heart.
On second thought, I hope you don’t because this lingering
agony is something I wouldn’t wish upon the devil himself,
and worse yet,
We teach girls to shrink themselves, to make themselves smaller. We say to girls, ‘You can have ambition, but not too much. You should aim to be successful, but not too successful. Otherwise you will threaten the man.’ Because I am female, I am expected to aspire to marriage. I am expected to make my life choices always keeping in mind that marriage is the most important. Now marriage can be a source of joy and love and mutual support. But why do we teach girls to aspire to marriage and we don’t teach boys the same? We raise girls to see each other as competitors – not for jobs or for accomplishments, which I think can be a good thing, but for the attention of men. We teach girls that they cannot be sexual beings in the way that boys are.
(Source: donatellavevo, via sh0rtybangbang)
"Do not be a victim of your good heart" -@yusufyuie ; photo cred @e_gpx
Mo’ betta, Mo’ betta, Mo’ Buttah
In an alternate dimension, I am the queen of your heart strings and I play the most beautiful song all day long. Although I can’t find a perfect title right now, in the future I’d call it “Love”..
Obviously tonight, I’m feeling myself and I’m also feeling super creative.. Bear with me
Told him that I’d give him forever if he’d give me some time,
And I’d show him the world if he entered mine.
Told him there’s so much to see if you look through my eyes,
And I’d never let you go because I hate goodbye’s.
Told him he’d have to treat me good because I’m royal,
And that he’d have to really do right by me ‘cause I’m loyal.
Said my love is strong so be prepared for me to adore you,
And if I never stop loving you don’t say I didn’t warn you..
can we come together and praise the lord for everything he has done with Jesse WIlliams
The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air 2x09 - “Cased Up” (November 11, 1991)
It was supposed to be a joke, but tell me this shit ain’t relevant though.
I’m trying hard to live by Cat Principles.
1- I am glorious above all things
2- Eat when hungry, sleep when sleepy, play when bored
3- Affection is given and received on my terms and only mine
4- Show displeasure clearly.
6- Demand the things you want. If they aren’t given, demand them again, but louder this time.
7- If you are touched when you don’t want to be, say so. If they continue to touch you, make them bleed.