i'm a strange lipstick color, i'm the shimmer in cheap shampoo, i'm a shoplifted beauty product, i'm eyeliner on the back of a hand, i'm a blue finger from a cheap ring, i'm glitter you can't get off your skin, i'm beautiful in the most disgusting ways and i'm never going to die
do you guys realize we can change our lives any time we want like you can just go ahead and delete your blog, stop eating meat, shave your head, start running, tell that person you hate why you hate them so much, confess your love to someone and kiss them unexpectedly like why don't we do that
i. if love is desirable why do we compare it to falling? (make reference to icarus, and the color of his eyes in the sun) ii. on a scale of one to ten how messy is your bedroom right now? (compare this to the past, and the way he makes you feel at 2 am) iii. why do you write poetry? (mention the way he tilts his head when he laughs, and how he moves his hands when he talks) iv. why are you awake? (he fúcks up your head and he fúcks up your heart and he fúcks up your sleeping pattern and he doesn't even know, he doesn't even know) untiled || sba
"we have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins, carbon in our souls, and nitrogen in our brains. 93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames, we are lal just stars that have people names." 93 percent stardust | nikita gill
"she is under no obligation to look beautiful to you. she is already beautiful, her smile already breaks hearts, her eyes already shine brighter than stars, her soul already burns with passion and the intensity of a thousand forest fires, and her heart already blazes like a comet. but you are looking at her so superficially, you just can't see it." nikitia gill
there are two types of love there's the kind that you find in good morning texts and shy smiles the kind that comes with butterflies and stolen glances the kind where you laugh for no reason and a smile is forever glued to your face sweet, simple, hoenst, pure and then there's the kind that finds you in 2 a.m. phone calls and the tears on your pillow the kind that comes with a war between your brain and your heart the kind where nothing makes you happier and nothing makes you sadder passionate, overwhelming, intense, daring and when it all comes crashing down so do you [l.m.]
"He is a lamp light at 3:57 in the morning, when your back is hunched, bent at the weight the darkness brings along. And he is that lukewarm coffee on the other side of the table that you forgot about, because you were were too busy wasting all your breath painting pictures on a window pane. And you try to remember how many nights it's been, or has it only been a mere few hours and can it all be measured by the number of times you've seen the moon, the number of times you've left that coffee cool, the number of times that you've told yourself that you'll be better now. You'll forget about it now." -and you could've sworn you saw him on the other side of the road, but it seems it was only the shdow of a burnt-out lamp post
"Why did no one ever say to me when I was younger, ‘You’re going to meet a boy and he’s going to break all your rules and fück with your heart and guess what? You’re going to love him anyway because you won’t know how to stop.’? Because that is the only thing in the world, that could have prepared me for you." I WASN’T PREPARED FOR THIS. I WASN’T PREPARED FOR ANY OF THIS. | NIKITA GILL
Hello and I’m sorry. A salutation and a farewell. I don’t have much time. This Times New Roman is going to fly from my fingertips like a plague of moths. The hollow black litter shells crunched into the ground like the skin of a cicada This is all that’s left, and you can do whatever you want with it. Keep it to yourself or let it serve as a warning. The city is disgusting, a corpse of what it used to be. The people are filthy. Gluttonous. Moved by the power exchange of séx from the hands of the proletariat to the bourgeoisie. The tops of the skylines buzz with the lacklustre enthusiasm. The ground level is caked in dirt and rust and grime and the people that dwell there wake and rub the filmy layer off their lukewarm eyes. There are some here I love, some who fear me and some who wish I was dead. I didn’t ask for this. No one asks for this. You’re born into it. You grow up oblivious and sheltered and one day the evil realities of this place hit you square between the eyes like a perfectly aimed bullet. If this were a movie, I would ride off in some blood red sunset down a stretch of road into the wasteland that keeps us captive here. But this isn't a movie. These are the Badlands.
You tell me to be a biblical woman. You tell me to be a biblical so that I might become silent, complicit, weak. Become a biblical woman. Become complacent with the authority of a man. I am a biblical woman. I am Deborah with the power to control the armies, the wisdom to prophesy. I do not tolerate the cowardice of men. I will give victory and honor where it is due: to the woman who is brave enough to stand. I am Jael. I have the blood of the enemy on my hands. I saw a victory for my people and I took it. I took with a warm glass of milk and a tent peg to his head. I am a biblical woman. I am Esther, who stood up to the men in power and saved my people. I used my beauty and my position to do what is right. I am a queen. I am Ruth, a foreigner who left everything she had for the sake of loyalty to family. I seduced the man who I knew could provide for me. I worked hard to provide for myself and for my family. I am a biblical woman. I am Bathsheba, who was taken advantage of by the king. I am more than just a bathing woman on the roof. He objectified me. He murdered my husband. And he was the one who paid the price. I am Abigail, whose wit and wisdom prevented violence. I rescued my husband from his own foolishness, and I prevented the King from acting rashly and violently. I am brilliant. I am a biblical woman. I am Rahab, the prostitute. I am Mary, the pregnant teenager. I am Junia, the female apostle. I am Dorcas, the woman who served the poor. I am the woman at the well. An outsider welcomed into the kingdom of God. You think that I must be silent and meek to become a biblical woman? You do not know what a biblical woman is. olivia // for all the men who have made biblial women out to be nothing but silent property
I. Everyone is laughing at the glitter dripping from my fingertips. Is a fúcked-up girl still a fúcked-up girl if her hair is wrapped in a ribbon? You look at my pink lips and you want to kiss all the pretty things that tumble out of them. I’m swallowing my own teeth instead of lying through them. II. I only feel real when you’re next to me. Is that stupid to say? Never mind, never mind. There are bite marks under my knit sweaters and if you ever saw them I’d tell you I’m just trying to prove that I exist. III. I’m trying to make it charming because when it’s not, no one will hold my hand. So what if I’m hurting too? All you know is everything is sweet and funny here and I will work to keep it that way. IV. You’ll find me in a coffee shop drinking your favorite flavor latte and I’ll smile. There is a butterfly notebook tucked into the pocket of my dress and you think it holds all the answers. You think if you just keep standing next to me, I’ll save you. I’ll sure as héll try. V. Everything is aching from the effort of keeping myself upright. I’m tired but no one wants to rub my back so I pick a floral skirt from my closet and pull my hair back from my face. There is perfume behind my ears and it smells like apples. I wish you would kiss me first thing in the morning when I don’t taste like mint. I wish you would walk next to me even if I can’t tell you where you’re going. what a manic pixie dream girl is really thinking // fortesa latifi
Maybe we’ll meet again, when we’re slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.
You’ll fall for her. I’m warning you now. I can tell you this because everyone she’s ever kept in her life has thought at one point or another she might end up being the one. You won’t know for a while, thinking it’s just a usual friendship. But then you’ll realize you’ve never been this close to someone before. You’ve never been willing to be there for someone whether it be 3pm or 3am. You overthink everything and exaggerate every situation. So you’ll distance yourself, especially after she tells you that she thinks about you more than anyone else. But the thing is, you weren’t afraid that she might be falling for you, you were afraid you might be feeling the same exact way. J.E.
"The most difficult struggle of all is the one within ourselves. Let us not get accustomed and adjusted to these conditions. The one who adjusts ceases to discriminate between good and evil. He becomes a slave in body and soul. Whatever may happen to you, remember always: Don't adjust! Revolt against the reality!" Mordechai Anielewicz
1. Are you a day or night person? (Do you play nice with the sun only to keep the moon as your mistress and expect her to keep all your secrets?) 2. Are you going to find it strange that I still like to slow dance even when it’s an uptempo song? (Are you going to expect me to apologize for wanting to be close to your heartbeat?) 3. Dogs or cats? (Do you need something to love you blindly, unconditionally. Or do you want something that enjoys the chase but once it has you, it sinks it’s claws in and won’t let go without a fight.) 4. Can you handle blood and needles? (If I put my bleeding heart in your hands, is your stomach going to turn? Are you going to throw it out in the dumpster behind your place, place it up in a glass cage for everybody to gawk at, donate it straight to science and let them poke and prod their utensils at, or are you going to keep it locked up in a puzzle box that only you and I know how to get into.) 5. How good are you at keeping a secret? (Will you keep the things I mumble drunkenly late at night just between us, but still hold my hand proudly in front of all your friends?) 6. What’s number one on your travel list? (What if I want to travel the world and I want you by my side in every new city?) 7. And your bucket list? (Can you be the reason I put a check mark next to ‘epic romance’?) 8. Where do you stand on skydiving? (How do you handle butterflies taking flight in your stomach and multiplying every time you blink.) 9. Favorite color? (Is it too cliche to say mine’s the color of your eyes?) 10. Favorite season? (Are you going to be okay that when summer comes I’ll start missing the cold but when winter sinks it’s teeth in I’ll start craving the sun.) 11. What super power have you always wanted? (Is there a superhero with the capability to read minds at times like this and also with the ability to zap myself to your side whenever you need it?) 12. What did you want to be when you were growing up? (Would you believe me if I said all I ever wanted to be was happy and I think you’ve bottled up and injected lightning straight into my veins?) 13. What’s your biggest fear? (Is it falling, is it crashing, is it burning, while the person who was supposed to catch you is looking in the wrong direction.) 14. Are you afraid of heights? (Or are you okay with wanting to taste the sky?) 15. If you could meet anybody in the world, who would it be? (Does it sound insane when I say that I can recall you from every single one of my past lives?) 16. What do you consider a perfect day? (What if I used to have some elaborate speech for this but since you all I can think about is your lazy smile and heavy eyes when we watch bad movies all day?) 17. What do you look for in a friendship? (Is it too simple to say all I want is to shake the fear of an exposed back every time I walk away?) 18. How good are you at good-byes? (How easy is it for you to leave, even if it’s just for the night?) 19. What’s your zodiac sign? (Are you going to laugh when I spend the day telling you how compatible we are and kissing you after every negative thing it says about us not working because I refuse to believe even the stars have a say in how great we could be.) 20. Are you scared of falling in love (What if I told you that, right now, I’m terrified.) 20 questions (when trying to figure out where you stand) // a.l.