You are flowers in my stomach.
Cutting me open nightly, blooming through the cracks of the ribs.
I only want to be the sun for you.
written by Elke River (via parasitic)

(Source: hellanne, via mindfulthoughtz)

Stop ruining love by wanting it so bad.
written by Derrick Brown  (via c-oquetry)

(Source: hellanne, via bambiix)

When you give someone your time, you are giving them a portion of your life that you’ll never get back. Your time is your life. That is why the greatest gift you can give someone is your time.
written by Rick Warren, The Purpose Driven Life  (via allegorys)

(Source: simply-quotes, via allegorys)

safiupendo:

I hate when people think they are telling me what I want to hear when truly all I want to hear is the truth.

The Black woman is the most unprotected, unloved woman on earth…she is the only flower on earth…that grows unwatered.
written by Kola Boof, Egyptian-Sudanese-American novelist and poet (via chelebelleslair)

(via veyenes)

My name is Kiera. I’ve been broken hearted for years now and my winters are always the coldest. I love too hard that I leave myself broken. I give way too many chances so my love is never taken seriously. I’m weak so I allow myself to get toyed with. I have a conscious that tells me to do right but my mind continues to battle with it. Sometimes I’m convinced that I’ll never learn to let go of the things that hurt me. And that scares me because I find comfort in the things that only hurt me one thousand times worse than they make me feel any type of good. And sometimes all I want to do is run away from it. But no matter how hard I call myself trying to fight that burden, it’s never ending. It runs with me, instead of me departing from it. I can’t control my anger. I get teary eyed when someone is rude toward me because no one deserves that. I bottle up a lot of my feelings. I don’t believe that I’m astonishing beautiful. Because every boy that I’ve had feelings for doesn’t make me feel that way. And yes I know it’s dumb, to base my looks off of those I seek acceptance from. But if the love of my life doesn’t treat me like I’m pretty, I become in automatic disbelief that I’m any type of attracting. I’ve been hurt. More times than a girl should be hurt in her teenage years of life. And no, it’s not because I expect too much, because I don’t. Lately I’ve just been thinking that maybe I’m not worth loving. I make mistakes. A lot of them. Because sometimes, my body and my common sense don’t seem to work well together. But that doesn’t mean I’m a bad person right? Everyone makes mistakes. I’ve been trying to learn how to love myself. But it’s a more difficult task than I thought it would be. I have a problem with comparing myself to other girls that my past significant others have put before me. I start to want to change things about myself because if he liked her for her boobs, her butt, her hair, her eyes, he would like me if I developed the same qualities, right? I think it’s pretty obvious I have a low self-esteem. I mean my friends and my family and maybe some adults may call me beautiful, but I only feel like they’re supposed to say that. Why doesn’t he think I’m beautiful, why doesn’t he treat me like it? Why do I witness guys crazy about their girlfriends yet, my significant other treats me like shit? I may make mistakes, but I love hard. And when I love someone I put them before everything in my life. And no, that’s not an exaggeration. When I love somebody they become my central focus and I do everything that I possibly can to make sure they will always be happy. At least with me. If that’s possible. I may fall off from time to time. But who doesn’t? There’s always that voice inside your head that tells you to do wrong, and for a moment you give up on trying to be strong and just go with it. But hey, we’re humans. We all make mistakes. 

We are the generation of nostalgia. We grew up in the age of transition. From hand-written letters to electronic mails. From film to digital. We were fascinated by new things, neglecting the way we spend our afternoons. Cupcakes and tea. Play-Doh and Polly Pockets. Young and naive. Technology completely changed the way we waited and we grew up too fast. The simple things in life seems more meaningful now. We grew up in the age of transition and have become the generation of nostalgia.
written by (via thebbcisslowlykillingme)

(Source: kistybelle, via ladytatyana)