Brutally Beautiful

Women don’t have to:

gypsiez:

be thin

have a vagina

give birth

cook for you

have long hair

wear makeup

have sex with you

be feminine

be graceful

shave

be white

diet

be fashionable

wear pink

love men

be the media’s idea of perfection

listen to your bullshit

Even I need to be reminded of some of these things occasionally.

(via yelyahwilliams)

(Source: darkalleyandbadidea, via allfearsleftbehind)

I’m going to give you the ocean.

Because that’s just about how much

you’ve given me already.

raining-stars:

someone please say this to me

Months ago I believed in

magic, ghosts and fantasy creatures

that once crawled around in my mind—

a sickening itch that can

make a girl go insane,

wide-eyed staring at fairy princesses

in pretty dresses that poof out enough

to house a polygamous family of dwarves

and maybe a few of their pet pygmy hippos.

And months ago I was okay with going crazy,

because insanity made perfect sense to

this hopelessly lost girl looking to

Seattle for every answer to the questions

we all ask.

She wanted to ride up the space needle so she

could realize she’d never see the edge of such

a magnificent city, lit by the musicians and

artists that dot the night with their paintbrushes

and peculiar voices.

Swept away by the waves of words that you fed her,

until she couldn’t breathe, until she was drowning

until she was numb

and useless,

like a hand devoid of blood

after you fell asleep on it, late in the night

while you’re dreaming.

You’re sleeping, sleeping.

I can’t remember the last time I dreamt of

butterflies in my stomach

fluttering around in there like they belong,

like they don’t know their doom

is unavoidable,

because all they ever wanted was whimsy

romance and long kisses—

so don’t give me any more frantic, fleeting

butterflies

just give me time and

stick around.

That’d be nice.

There’s nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don’t live up until their death. They don’t honor their own lives, they piss on their lives. They shit them away. Dumb fuckers. They concentrate too much on fucking, movies, money, family, fucking. Their minds are full of cotton. They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them. Their brains are stuffed with cotton. They look ugly, they talk ugly, they walk ugly. Play them the great music of the centuries and they can’t hear it. Most people’s deaths are a sham. There’s nothing left to die.

Charles Bukowski (via lastdaysofmagic)

(via allfearsleftbehind)

I just set myself up for heartbreak.

Please don’t tell me I’m falling for this shit….

….again.

corsicans:

Gilded Pear (par 500daysofkara)

(via raining-stars)

I love you, Johnny Depp.

(Source: fuckyeahhjohnnydepp, via sarahfrancesyoung)

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