ash

sometimes i wanna delete all my social media and throw my phone into a river

what’s poppin i have a deep, empty loneliness i can feel in my bones and i don’t know how to function

You were like the summer. Barely anyone appreciated you when you were here, but the second you were gone, all they did was miss you.

bitches will bring a million things to do on a train ride or long car trip and then spend the entire time looking out the window and daydreaming. i’m bitches

Tracy K. Smith, from “Don’t You Wonder, Sometimes?”, Life on Mars

there is no old self to get back to there’s a new u to create n nurture

me during a phase of extreme clinical depression: write unedited poetry in my phones notes app i must

i hate it when people ask me to "explain my thought process" like hell if i know

“I wanted to paint this feeling of: When I get home and no one’s around, who am I? Who am I without this façade?"
-Danielle Joy Mckinney

“breath”, deema k. shehabi

and i see you breathe red poppies over the hills in palestine / and i see girls with orchards of almond trees in their eyes / and i can't tell my love how to leave our land without weeping / and i can't always love this land.

in love of the new yorker’s autumn covers

Everytime a girl shaves her bush an angel loses its wings

an act of will, at others of surrender

:(

summer parties // 19.9.17

So if you hear anyone use religion to argument/legitimize their hatred, don’t listen to them because hate doesn’t come from religion, but from fear

Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind. Always.

You don’t realize how lonely you are until it’s the end of the day and you have a bunch of things to talk about, but no one to tell them to

Frederic Leighton, The Fisherman And Thr Siren, 1857.